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"Moth to a Flame (part 7)"
Bada Lee x Reader
part 6 ⟵ part 7 ⟶ part 8
series masterlist
summary: y/n l/n is the youngest team member of Jam Republic, competing in the second season of Street Woman Fighter. she’s got the sweetest smile and the most vibrant personality, but she also may or may not be the biggest hothead on the show when it comes to defending her teammates. apparently that’s attractive to Bada Lee.
word count: 9k
warnings: swearing, minor angst if you could even call it that, tbh this doesn't feel like my best work so i'm sorry, not proofread, nothing I write is a reflection of anyone's true character and is a work of total fiction
After Deep n Dap had been defeated by Wolf’Lo, There were a few days between the elimination and when the crews were supposed to gather again to learn the group choreography for the trailer. In that time Jam Republic had been booked and busy- they had a long-awaited team dinner, went to some dance classes, and even taught some of their own.
Y/n specifically took a class with Harimu at 1 Million, that happened to to be taught by Redy. the three hung out before heading to the studio, grabbing lunch and bonding over dance and being the youngest members of their crews.
“So how’re things among the other Jam girls? Are you all getting accustomed to things here?” Redy asked after taking a sip from her mimosa
“They’re all doing great- as I explained earlier, it wasn’t really hard for me to get re-situated, but I was actually really nervous for them at first…” y/n explained briefly, causing both 1 Million dancers to tilt their heads and furrow their brows
“Aww, why? Because of the language barrier or just being in a different country?” the older of the two questioned again
“A bit of both- I knew the language would be hard for them since it took me years of studying to even be able to speak and understand it somewhat fluently, but I felt okay enough to be able to translate for them… I was mostly worried about how we’d be perceived by Korean netizens I guess, since we’re such a diverse team…” The youngest dancer played with her straw once she finished her sentence, a bit shy to admit her original concerns for her team. The other two nodded sympathetically
“Well, have you made any other close friends?” Harimu finally chimes back in, wanting to avoid the deeper conversation that she felt was about to arise
“You and Lusher seem pretty close- Tatter too!” Redy exclaimed, having remembered the girls’ reactions to Y/n, as well as how easily the blonde got along with her during the rank mission. Y/n smiled softly and was about to confirm their friendship before the other 1 Million dancer snorted and began talking again
“Now that you say that I can’t help but be curious about what’s been going on between you and Bada” she teased out of curiosity, not noticing how quickly the younger dancer’s face dropped. Y/n didn’t say anything at first, taking another sip from her drink, causing the two to look up from their own over at her.
“...there’s nothing going on between me and Bada… we aren’t even friends…” Y/n softly tells them, leaving both of them shocked
“Woah- what??? Did something happen?? Just a couple of weeks ago you two were all over each other!” Harimu loudly explicated, earning a smack to the arm from her teammate
“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to Y/n, we understand… I especially understand that Bada isn’t the greatest at communicating so…” Redy comforted the girl, but y/n just chuckled a bit sadly before sighing
“It’s okay, I don’t mind explaining it to you guys…” She told her two friends and then did just that. Y/n explained how she and Bada became close quickly, how they hung out as just the two of them on multiple occasions, leaving out the parts where things got a bit too intimate, but it wasn’t hard to fill in the blanks. Then how things went south as soon as the pressure was on for the mega crew mission. By the end of the retelling, y/n’s mouth felt dry and she couldn’t help the feeling of shame that arose once again at the remembrance of how childish and immature she had acted.
“Wow… I didn’t think it was gonna be that bad…” Harimu mumbled, reaching over to take a sip from Redy’s mimosa, causing the other to fumble to try and stop her before immediately giving up to pay attention to their friend
“I’m so sorry you had to experience that Y/n… you didn’t deserve that.” Redy reached across the table to hold Y/n’s hand, the younger looking up to meet her eyes before pursing her lips
“I mean… I kinda did… maybe not all of it, but at least most of it-”
“No way- I wouldn’t even say you deserved a quarter of it” the younger 1 Million dancer cut her friend off, not liking how self-deprecating she was sounding, causing her teammate to nod and hum
“Harimu’s right- sure you said some things you shouldn’t have and you may have started the argument, but if Bada had been so mature herself, you two probably would’ve been able to get out of that fight with your relationship still intact.” the oldest of the three intelligently remarked, causing her teammate to hum and nod while Y/n just sighed
“I can’t believe you two haven’t talked at all since then…”
“Redy she doesn’t even wanna look at me or acknowledge my existence when we’re in the same room, I wouldn’t be able to get close to her even if I did wanna talk to her…” Y/n pouted and leaned against her hand. They all sat in silence for a moment until Harimu sat up straight with a gasp
“Have you tried getting her attention? Like- maybe you don’t have to be the one that talks first!” she exclaimed with wide eyes, leaving the other two with very confused expressions. She sighed dramatically and continued with her idea
“What if you try to make her jealous??” Y/n gave a deadpan expression in response as Redy rolled her eyes and mumbled an ‘oh my god’ under her breath
“Girl- I already told you we weren’t… a thing… so how would that even work?” the youngest questioned exasperatedly
“And I already told you how I don’t believe that for a second, BUT- “ Redy snorted as she couldn’t help but agree with her teammate since they’d all seen how Bada and Y/n looked at each other
“We do what every dancer does when they’re trying to make someone jealous- a duet…” Harimu finished explaining and the others just sat there, waiting for her to explain in further detail, which caused her to huff before doing so
“Y/n, you can do a duet with one of us that has a lot of partner work, and touching and it’ll be like- spicy- ya know??? And it’ll make Bada jealous!” the middle dancer finally finished explaining
“It’s not a terrible idea…” Redy chimed in apprehensive, not wanting to upset her friend, but also agreeing with how well it could work. The two 1 Million dancers waited to hear what the youngest had to say, leaving Y/n sighing
“It’s not a bad idea, but the only way it’d work was if Bada actually still cared…” she mumbled sadly and pouted into the hand that she was leaning on
“Well, there’s only one way to find out!”
The three finished their lunch and headed over to 1 Million Dance Studio for Redy’s class. Afterward, they stuck around and began choreographing a duet for Y/n and Redy
“Oooh, you know what would make this even better??” Harimu excitedly inquired, leaving her friends a bit worried once they saw the mischievous look in her eyes
“Oh god… what?” Y/n whined, throwing her head back
“If you used a song she’s already choreographed too- perhaps a song that no one knows she’s choreographed to yet…” The younger 1 Million dancer raised her eyebrows up and down, yet the other two stood confused. Harimu sighs once again before pressing play on the music she picked. “Psycho” by Baekhyun started playing and Redy burst out laughing
“We can’t- that’d be so mean!” the youngest of the three expressed more of her concerns out loud
“No it wouldn’t- Bada doesn’t own this song. And plus, we could always say something nice about how she was the one who reminded us of this song… nobody else knows the reason we’re doing this besides us Y/n, so it’ll only seem mean to you… and maybe her but she deserves it!” Redy defended, assuring Y/n that there wouldn’t be any repercussions from the public
“Exactly- the mega crew missions won’t air for a while, so people probably won’t even connect the two anyway!” Harimu chimed in, throwing an arm around Y/n’s shoulder, causing her to let out a sigh
“Alright… let’s do it-” she gave in and the other two cheered and jumped with joy, excited to choreograph the piece and cause some chaos. They worked on the piece for hours before filming it. Redy decided she’d be the one to post it, just in case it did cause some drama then it wouldn’t totally be pinned on Y/n. The three girls finished their hang-out sesh and went their separate ways.
When Y/n had settled into her apartment her phone lit up with a notification from Instagram, letting her know she was tagged in a post. She clicked on it to see the video of her and Redy’s choreography, where the older dancer had captioned it ‘been obsessed with this song lately- thanks @badalee_!’ with a bunch of black, white, and pink emojis. Y/n reposted the video to her story and made sure to leave a comment before turning off her phone and getting in the shower.
Meanwhile, team Bebe was out having dinner when Bada’s phone pinged with a notification. Unlocking it, she opened Instagram to see that Redy had tagged her in a video- a video that had her heart clenching the second she processed what it was, or rather who it was.
Tatter had also opened Instagram while they were waiting for their food to arrive and saw the same video as the first thing on her feed. She turned to Bada immediately and showed her the video but ended up bursting out laughing when she saw the same thing already pulled up on the older girl’s phone.
“I really don’t see what’s funny about this…” the leader mumbled sourly, while her teammate continued to die of laughter. The others sat confused until Lusher reached over to take Tatter’s phone which she had dropped on the table. The sub-leader tried to stifle her own laughter once she saw the video and read the caption, before sliding the phone back over to the blonde.
“You guys seriously aren’t annoyed by this? They took our song!” Bada childishly whined, causing Tatter to laugh even harder while the younger members started asking what was going on. The eldest tossed her phone gently in the middle of the table for everyone to see the video, and while a couple were confused the other couldn’t help but laugh as well.
“Oh no Bada- they took your song. We didn’t mess with Y/n… this is targeting you…” Lusher smirked as she took a long sip from her drink, causing the leader to scoff
“Seriously? You really think this is specifically targeting me? And why would Redy do that… especially since me and her are good now-”
“So you think this was Y/n’s idea?” CheChe questioned with a raised brow
“Of course! She’s obviously still out to get me with her immature antics…” the leader dramatically pouted and crossed her arms. To her teammates, she looked like a spoiled child who just got told they did something wrong for the first time. This caused most of the members to either scoff or burst out laughing
“Well you were the one who took it as an attack in the first place- maybe they genuinely just wanted to dance to the song…” Kyma chimed in, shrugging her shoulder, causing the leader to groan and throw her head back against the booth they were all in. She glanced back at her phone to see that Harimu commented on the video- something about how she was glad to be a part of the process. Then the leader clicked on the girl’s story to see she had reposted the video as well, complimenting her teammate but also making some flirty comments about Y/n. almost as if she could read Bada’s mind Lusher spoke up
“Y/n does look really good though… I’d get on that apology Bada or else you might lose your chance…” Lusher whispered the second half of her statement, teasing her team leader with a smirk, knowing how the dance was actually affecting her.
‘great now I have to worry about my own teammate AND these two stealing my girl…’
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After the short break they had gotten from filming, all the remaining crew’s returned for the filming of the season teaser video. Y/n had been gradually getting back to her old self after the mega crew mission had ended, feeling much less stress after completing it and having survived the elimination. The poor girl is still absolutely destroyed and guilt-ridden by the entire situation that occurred between her and Bada but is slowly finding it easier to ignore her presence. At this point, it’s been almost another full week since the elimination- meaning it’s been about two weeks since the two had last spoken to each other.
All the teams gathered in the main filming area after going through the hair and makeup process like usual, but it felt different to Bada. As soon as she laid her eyes on Y/n it was honestly like the Bebe leader had an epiphany.
“Woah… I fucked up…” she mumbled to herself, noticing how Y/n’s eyes didn’t sparkle anymore and how she was rather calm. The young girl had always been a bit chaotic and energetic when it came to filming, so what was wrong? This wasn’t a mission, so there was no need to stress- so what could've possibly been weighing Y/n down? And that was when Bada realized, that she was weighing her down…
“Goddamn- it’s about time you noticed…” Tatter mumbled in return, sighing once she noticed her leader’s sad puppy eyes and lips slightly parted in shock. For the rest of the shoot Bada is putting on her best stage face because her feelings are not correlating at all with what she’s supposed to be portraying.
When they aren’t filming or there’s a break, Bada can only focus on how pretty and sad y/n looks. She doesn’t look sad all the time, but the older girl noticed that whenever she was by herself her mind seemed to always drift somewhere sad. Her smile fades (even though it hadn’t reached her eyes in the first place) and the younger girl suddenly looks so much older with how sunken her eyes are- had she been sleeping? Was she not eating enough? A million questions were racing through Bada’s mind and she tried to keep them pushed down for now, seeing as how she knew the second she started thinking, she knew she wouldn’t stop
Bada knew she was part of the reason why the jam republic dancer was like this, but she couldn’t bring herself to talk to her. So she did what she thought was the next best thing- talk to her leader. She tried to start off with a small conversation between herself and Kirsten to get a feel for the Jam leader’s attitude toward her, which worked in her favor seeing as the other had seemed pretty chill about talking with her. The rest of Jam Republic on the other hand (minus Y/n) observed with questionable glances as Bada laughed and joked with Kirstne like usual.
“Now what the actual fuck is her problem…” Ling commented out of absolute rage and distaste for whatever was going on a few meters away from them
“She better not be trying to pull some stupid shit, cuz I don’t play when it comes to Y/n…” Emma mumbled glaring at the Bebe leader along with the rest of her team. Latrice huffed out a laugh and turned to look at her
“You would sacrifice Y/n to a cult if it meant you got a good laugh out of it…” the sub-leader of Jam Republic commented with a little joking smirk, causing the other members to ease up a little bit and crack some light smiles
“Well yes- I would, but that doesn’t mean anyone else is allowed to!” Emma retorted, sticking up her nose dramatically. Y/n was luckily off getting her hair fixed with Redy and Yoonji, seeing as they all had these little crystals glued in their hair, and a few had fallen out during the first few runs. The Jam Republic members were just glad she wasn’t present to see the interaction, knowing their youngest member would either burst into tears and spiral into a mental breakdown, or spontaneously combust into a ball of flames and go on a rampage. Either way- it would not have been an easy situation to deal with.
Yet the Jammies’ relief is short-lived as they took their second break. Y/n came bounding over after doing a short segment with all the youngest members of each team, a bright smile on her face as her members awaited her return. They had all monitored the performance with smiles of adoration, hyping up their baby the whole time. They praised her and pinched her cheeks, teasing Y/n affectionately until Bada walked by.
“You ready for the leaders’ shot?” she questioned with a hand on Kirsten’s shoulder. The Jam Republic leader turned her attention away from her youngest member briefly to give a polite nod and smile. Bada jerked her head in the direction of where they were heading to film, signaling for the younger leader to follow her in that direction. The two began walking off before Kirsten turned back around to wave to her members, leaving the Jam Republic members in shock
“What was that…” Y/n watched with sad confused puppy eyes and her jaw slightly dropped as the two leaders walked away to go film. The other members stood behind her, tense as they tried to read the young girl’s emotions. Y/n felt her heart rate pick up and her breath quickens, feeling the pressure that usually paired with tears start to build up. She swallowed thickly and pushed down the feeling before turning around to face her members with a forced smile. They all could tell right away and just gave her looks of sympathy, causing her smile to slowly drop as she sighed.
After the leaders did their portion of the shoot, Bada and Kirsten walked back over to the pink team laughing over whatever conversation they were having. They stopped once they reached the other members, standing directly in front of Y/n. poor girl just stared up at Bada with those heartbroken puppy dog eyes, and god Bada knew it. She felt Y/n’s stare burning holes into the side of her head, using every ounce of control in her body not to glance over and clearly see her watery eyes and quivering lip. She knew that if she were to fully look at the younger girl right now, she’d be faced with not only a heartbroken puppy, but an angry pack of wolves behind her, and to be completely honest she hadn’t achieved that level of bravery yet.
Bada Lee knew what she was doing. She knew that by acting normal with Kirsten, she’d be getting Y/n’s attention. She knew it’d hurt the younger girl, but that wasn’t her intention this time. The Bebe leader wanted to slowly weave her way back into Y/n’s life, and knew the easiest place to start was by making sure she was on good terms with her team leader, that way she had a mediator (even though Lusher had been playing mediator already, Bada didn’t trust that she wasn’t also trying to get with Y/n).
Y/n doesn’t even realize the conversation has ended and she’s just sitting there pathetically watching as Bada walks away. Ling sighs and pats her head, while the others sadly watch their baby wither away again.
“You okay bunny?” Kirsten asked softly, sitting down next to her and bumping their shoulders together. Y/n just pursed her lips and sighed before closing her eyes and nodding. On the other side where team Bebe has gathered, they also had watched the entire situation, or rather how distraught the youngest Jam Republic members looked during the whole thing.
“You are just so cruel…” Lusher expressed lowly when Bada got within earshot, shaking her head in disbelief as she clenched her jaw. The leader’s eyes went wide as she scoffed
“What?? How?? I’m trying to make things better-” The sub-leader sighed deeply and closed her eyes, genuinely exhausted by her friend’s poor relationship choices
“By forcing yourself into her life and then totally ignoring?? Yeah that seems to be working really well…” she ended up responding quickly, pinching the bridge of her nose as she lost her patience
“Ya know if I couldn’t practically see the tears streaming down her face from over here, I’d say you did a pretty good job!” Tatter snarkily commented with a cocky sarcastic smirk. Bada was really starting to resent her choices in teammates right now… but she knew they were right.
They went back to shooting, finishing the individual teams and small group chat before taking a longer break for dinner. As everyone was gathering back afterward to wrap up the shoot with all the full cast shots, the main monitor lit up. The music video for “Maria” by Hwasa began playing as the song blasted over the speakers. Hwasa enters the stage and everyone begins screaming. Ling and Y/n are gripping onto each other, absolutely shell-shocked at her appearance. The song continues to play as everyone does the choreography with her, the two Jam Republic members living their best lives while their members sit with confused yet excited smiles.
The song ends and Hwasa introduces herself along with the mission. Everyone of course goes wild for the opportunity to choreograph a routine for her, and of course just to be in her presence. The song they’ll be choreographing to is played, and once again the room is filled with screams and cheers expressing how much they all love it. Everyone was already coming up with ideas, but Jam Republic practically had their entire choreo prepared in an instant, as Y/n sat taking in the beat and engraining the feeling into her body and mind
When it ends everyone starts talking about how Lia Kim and Bada were at an advantage since they do this for a living, some mentioning Redlic as well. Y/n became another hot topic and top competitor for this mission seeing as she’s done many recreational choreographies to kpop songs that have gone viral and sometimes even become more popular than the original. When the bonus is announced that they have to come up with a challenge portion to receive extra points that lowkey pisses y/n off. She wasn’t a fan of the idea, thinking it made the part seem too forced and could easily end up making the choreography look cheap or cheesy.
After the idol finishes relaying the mission, she wishes everyone good luck as they wrap up filming and head right into preparing for the challenge. Jam Republic quickly jots down some ideas and gets a feel for the moves as Y/n tests out the choreo she had in mind when she first heard the song earlier. When the crew reconvened the next day for a full practice, their first order of business was figuring out who was going to represent Hwasa.
"I would love to be the center just as much as anyone else, but I feel like whoever can pull off the idol persona best should do it…" the leader smiles and looks in y/n's direction as she pauses her explanation
"so I think we should put it up to a vote!" so all six members made their pick, which ended up being pretty useless since it resulted in a three-way tie between Kirsten, Ling, and Y/n
"I personally think Y/n would be our best bet since she has a lot of experience performing kpop stages" Ling smiled and patted her younger teammate on the knee as she expressed her desire for the youngest member to take the part
"I also would really like to see Y/n as the center… something just tells me she'd bring us good luck" Kirsten smiles motherly at the youngest who is currently hiding her face in her hands not to let anyone see the smile and blush on her face. So they all collectively agree to have y/n be the center and she's just so happy, cheesing away. She could already imagine the baby noises the editing team was putting over the clips of her trying to contain her excited reaction. After that decision was made, they immediately got to work on choreography. Things were going well enough to the point where the members felt comfortable taking a break around lunchtime. Y/n checked her phone while she drank her water, seeing a text from Harimu
1 Mil Mu: ‘Hey babes! Who’s your team’s Hwasa?’
Y/n: ‘What if I told you it was me…🫣’
1 Mil Mu: ‘I’d say thank god cuz I need someone to come buy heels with me for this😭’
Y/n: ‘Wait- are you hwasa too???’
1 Mil Mu: ‘Yes ma’am😚’
Y/n: ‘AHHHH SHUT UP- we’re gonna eat so hard, I’m so excited’
The news that she’d be going up against Harimu as Hwasa gave Y/n a bit of an adrenaline rush, knowing how perfectly the 1 Million dancer fit the role. She felt as if she’d have to work even harder now, but it made her excited instead of nervous. Y/n has actually gotten back to her normal self for the most part, genuinely excited about this challenge and seeing how everyone else would portray Hwasa’s image.
The next day before practice Y/n and Harimu have a little girls’ morning, going out for breakfast and then doing some shopping. They made sure to try on plenty of options for heels, not too worried about the look of them right now, but rather just needed something to practice in. The two ended up getting two pairs each, a simple yet secure heel that stopped right about the ankle, and then another pair of thigh-high heeled boots to really give the Hwasa feel.
The next day was when everyone would be showcasing what they had so far for choreography, y/n wanted to look as clean and presentable as possible, choosing to wear her thigh-high boots with some booty shorts and an oversized jersey. She hadn’t worn the shoes to the practice, carrying them in her back while she opted for some plain sneakers in the meantime. All teams walk in and Y/n is hyped to the max- until she realizes that Jam Republic is seated right next to Bebe…
Luckily for everyone involved, the youngest Jam Republic member is too excited about the challenge to worry about Bada right now. She was totally focused on showing her best performance and enjoying everyone else’s. She started off excitedly watching Mannequeen then becoming easily disappointed by how sloppy it got. She was very curious to see what wolf’Lo would come up with though, seeing as their style is classic hip hop- a style y/n hadn’t particularly been a fan of. Yet, watching Mini got her hype. She couldn’t contain her impressed reaction at the pink-haired girl’s vibe, loving the slight change wolf’lo had made in their typical genre of dance.
Bebe was the fourth group to go and Y/n was conflicted, to say the least. To be completely honest- that’s how most of Jam Republic felt, seeing as they were excited to see what the team produced, but they were nervous for their poor youngest member’s heart.
Bada begins a short speech, explaining the concept they were going for as the other members practiced behind her. Lusher and Tatter turned around behind Bada and looked to Y/n giving her a cheesy smile and thumbs up, before immediately going back to practicing. Y/n couldn’t help but smile and giggle at how dedicated her friends were, but she also couldn’t help as the smile stayed when her attention shifted back to the leader nervously smiling and fidgeting with the microphone in her hands as she wrapped up her speech.
The music starts and Y/n’s small smile immediately shifts into an impressed expression at one of the first moves. Bada gives a cool look as she holds up a hand sign signaling the title of street woman fighter, causing everyone to cheer lightly at the reference
“That was cool…” Y/n mumbled, playfully pouting and scrunching her nose as she tried to hide her impressed smile, causing her members to look at her with wide eyes at first before giggling and ruffling her hair. The chorus arrives and Y/n’s jaw just drops- the girl is so beyond impressed. She’s trying to process whether it’s actually good or if it’s just Bada, but then she watches everyone else and realizes it’s really just that good.
Then Bada struts off to the side for her own little part, doing a hip roll as she covers her eyes, sending the audience into a frenzy- especially Y/n who lets out a small scream and suddenly doesn’t know where to look or what to do with her hands. Ultimately she realized what that reaction must have looked like and just hung her head in her hands as Audrey patted her on the back and tried her hardest not to burst out laughing.
Y/n sat there astonished, watching through her fingers as she continued to hide behind her hands. Bebe finishes their choreography and y/n is trying so hard to contain her excitement, she just hides her face in her hands again and screams out loud. This is gonna be such a rough mission for her…
Lady Bounce went after Bebe and while they looked like they were having a lot of fun, there wasn’t anything super impressive about their routine. Next up was 1 Million and Y/n stood up screaming as loud as she could, so beyond hyped to see her besties perform. Harimu eats up her Hwasa role, as expected and everyone loves the routine, including Hwasa. Finally, after everyone else had gone, it was Jam Republic’s turn.
“Our youngest treasure, miss y/n will be playing Hwasa” Kirsten smiled as she announced their group’s center, causing everyone to absolutely lose their shit. Many dancers had already suspected it once they saw her walk out with the thigh-high boots and everyone else in regular sneakers, but it was still exciting to have the confirmation.
Everyone’s excitement rose as the music began, loving how Y/n completely transformed into a different person whenever she was performing. It started off smooth, but as Kirsten threw her head back for a specific move, her hat fell off. Luckily since Jam Republic is such a well-prepared group, Y/n caught it with ease and tossed it off to the side like it was all part of the routine, causing everyone to react in shock at her quick reflexes.
The crew continued dancing as if it were nothing, having a blast and feeding off of the other teams’ reactions. Bebe especially was hyping Y/n up, even Bada couldn’t contain her excitement. Yet, the leader did keep looking back and forth between 1 Million’s youngest two dancers as well as her own sub-leader, trying to gauge their reaction to Y/n as well.
After a brief moment of observing the others’ reactions, Bada once again became entranced by Jam Republic’s center. Her expressions and movement quality truly made for a captivating performance, even though it was just an interim check. The crew finished their routine and Lusher stood up immediately clapping and screaming as loud as she could, cheering for the team as a whole but also making specific calls out to Y/n
“Y/N YOU’RE SO SEXY” she cupped her hands over her mouth as she screamed out to her friend, causing the leader to slow her claps and glare at her. Bada was really starting to question Lusher’s intentions- even though the girl hadn’t been acting any different than usual. It was all simply Bada’s insecurities.
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The next few days passed in a flash as the crews continued to improve their routines and develop their concepts. When it came time to watch each performance everyone gathered in their respective monitoring rooms. Mannequeen was the first to go, and as the screen lit up with their performance all the dancers got excited that the mission was officially starting.
“Okay… she’s kinda eating right now” y/n playfully pouted as Redlic devoured the routine. Jam Republic fangirled over them and how sick their outfits were, but by the end they weren’t entirely sold on the routine as a whole.
“It was really good, but I wish they had a bit more energy- or at least were more consistent with it” Latrice commented and the rest of them agreed. Wolf’Lo’s performance was next and once again, the pink team anticipated the final product. Jam Republic was impressed with how they were able to keep their classic hip-hop style while incorporating elements of K-pop
“Everyone is so good I’m gonna scream” was the first thing y/n said after the performance. Yet after recognizing Wolf’Lo’s efforts, they discussed how there was a lack of harmony between the “artist” and the dancers
After Wolf’Lo it was Bebe’s turn to present their routine, and Y/n was losing her mind. This girl was freaking out- hyperventilating and pacing, but out of excitement and anticipation. Audrey, Ling laughed at her, the elder even bringing out her phone to record the girl hopping around like an excited cat, while Emma smirked teasingly and side-eyed her.
“I’m so nervous-”
“Love, this isn’t even our routine…” Kirsten laughed softly at her dramatic youngest member, glad that she was able to enjoy the blue team’s performances again without crying. The second the music started, Y/n was seated, her eyes trained on the monitor before them. She screamed and cheered throughout the routine, and as the song began to approach the slower part she got more excited
“oh I’m so excited to see what they did for this part-” and the second Bada was down on the floor, Y/n honestly thought she was having a heart attack. It only got worse for her as the music picked back up and the Bebe leader looked over her shoulder, grinning charismatically at the camera while she grabbed her ass and shrugged like it was nothing.
Y/n’s jaw stayed dropped after she let out a surprised screech. Ling and Audrey also let out similar noises, while the latter reached over at the same time as Emma to cover Y/n’s eyes, knowing how she’d be having a mental breakdown if she kept watching. The performance ended and Y/n sat there in silence with her jaw still dropped to the floor
“I think I’m having a crisis…”
The next team to perform after Bebe was Lady Bounce, which was good but not too memorable. 1 Million followed with an insane performance. The second Harimu’s silhouette was shown, Y/n gasps. The routine starts and she’s clapping and cheering, as well as the rest of her team, all of them excited for what was about to happen. Throughout the entire performance, she’s squealing and screaming because her bestie is eating everyone up (side note: Y/n has so many besties, and the audience loves that for her). The routine ends and every single team is blown away. Jam Republic unanimously agrees that 1 Million has shown the best performance so far, with Y/n enthusiastically agreeing
“Not bebe?” Emma teases and to be completely honest, Y/n didn’t think it was funny
“No. 1 million was by far the best I’ve seen so far- it was flawless” And the members felt kinda bad for teasing her because they could see her become a bit more reserved and serious after that, sinking into her seat on the couch with her arms crossed over her chest.
After that, it’s finally Jam Republic’s turn, as the final team to present their piece. The music begins and Y/n struts out from behind her members with the cuntiest game face out of all the contestants so far, and everyone goes feral. Her hair, her expression, her confidence, and especially her outfit had them all in shambles. All of 1 Million, but specifically Redy and Harimu were gassing her up before she even started dancing, the crew thinking of ways to convince her to join them after the show.
“Can we just combine teams already?” “Or at least take Y/n onto our team??” Mannequeen was asking each other questions like this, also plotting how they could continue working with Jam Republic
“That’s my girlfriend!” Lusher cheers and Bada just about breaks her neck- she looks like she’s going to cry at first until she realizes the younger dancer was just joking. She really almost just gave the leader a heart attack, and now Bada felt her face heat up at how embarrassing that reaction was…
They reach the part of the choreography where the other members bend over, and Y/n squats down in between them as she opens and closes her legs, and once again no one is safe. Not a single monitoring room was quiet as the youngest Jam Republic dancer dropped low into the position and flawlessly executed the choreography along with the presentation of facial expressions.
Team Bebe was not discreet at all as they all freaked out and simultaneously turned to face their leader, who was already hiding her dropped jaw behind her hands. Bada bit her fist as Y/n got down on the floor with the rest of the Jam Republic members and began to arch her back up and down in a sort of crawling motion. The move was so simple, but effective as it showcased the sexy vibe of the song.
Jam Republic finishes off strong with the final chorus into the ending pose, and it was safe to say they left everyone astonished. The camera captured the final group pose before zooming in on each member of the crew, leaving Y/n for last. When she appeared on the monitor everyone lost it at how her siren eyes and seductive expression turned into a somewhat playful puppy-like reaction as her eyes widened and she stuck her tongue out, continuing to fan herself but in a cuter manner than before.
“OHHHH ENDING FAIRY LET’S GOOOOO” Harimu cheers with her full chest as her friend appears on the screen
“HOW IS Y/N THE YOUNGEST????” Buckey commented out of absolute shock and astonishment after seeing the girl’s performance
“SHE’S BARELY AN ADULT HOW DOES SHE KNOWN HOW TO DO THAT” Mini screamed, throwing her hands up in the air
“I’ve been an adult for a while and i still don’t know how to do that…” Halo mumbled after her teammate’s inquiry, causing the rest of the crew to laugh and agree
“Ya- they need to put the baby to bed. Don’t let her do that!” Biggy teased, pouting and whining playfully as her members agreed with faux pouts
“She really wanted people to stop babying her I guess…” Tatter calmly stated as she leaned back into the couch with her arms crossed, smirking as she kept her eyes trained on the monitor. The team snickered as Bada slowly turned her head toward the blonde with a deadpan expression, unimpressed with her jab.
Once every team had gone and finished presenting their routines, it was time to get changed and wrap up for the day. Each crew left their monitoring room to head back to their designated hideout spaces and decompress after the events of the day, and await the results of the winning team. Jam Republic was full of giggles and confidence after their successful performance as they bounced down the hallway.
"ya, y/n…" the small girl whipped around with wide, somewhat fearful eyes and it lowkey made Bada's heart hurt to see her react that way
"yes?" she tried to speak steadily and confidently, but bit her lip and shrunk into herself a little, trying not to outwardly cringe, when she realized how meek and anxious she sounded. The tall girl across from her sighed and softened her gaze, seeing how unnerved y/n was.
"you did a good job." Bada confidently said as her team was about to walk past Jam Republic, shocking everyone on both teams (including herself). Y/n's lips parted and everyone watched as it quivered slightly and her eyes began to get red.
"ah no, no don't start crying…" the older leader tried to remain serious and civil, keeping the distance between them. The younger dancer bit her lip again and took shaky breaths as she frantically nodded her head while wiping away tears. Bada sighed again before taking a few quick strides over to her, not caring about the audience of both their teams. She placed a gentle hand on top of the shorter girl's head, gently ruffling her hair.
"ayyye don't cry" This time Bada tried to be more gentle and took the approach of some friendly teasing in hopes of at least getting a smile out of her, but it only made things worse as y/n looked up at her with a huge frown and teary eyes. She really was trying her hardest to stop crying, but nothing was working. Poor Y/n was just so happy to have Bada back at this moment. The look just about finished off what was left of Bada's heart. Any part of her that hadn't been touched by guilt yet was now overthrown by it. She felt her own eyes begin to sting a little as the pressure built up but didn't allow for any tears to form.
"Y/n-ah don't cryyyyy" Bada whispered softly as she gently reached to hold her face in both hands, wiping away the endless tears. This caused the younger girl to fully burst into tears and attempt to hang her head as much as she could in Bada's hold, but as soon as the tears increased the older girl was pulling y/n into her chest, hugging her as if she had no plans on ever letting go. Bada closed her eyes trying to keep her own tears at bay.
The other members of both teams just stood clumped together off to the side, absolutely baffled by what was happening. A majority, if not all of them had dropped jaws or dumbfounded expressions. Lusher had to cover her mouth after letting out a squeak of excitement when Bada put her hand on Y/n’s head. It was a small moment, but a huge step for both girls.
“You did amazing, so don’t cry anymore, okay?” Bada whispered after pulling back from the hug, leaning down slightly so their faces were the same level. Y/n nodded and sniffled, wiping away her tears and finally pulling herself together.
“Thank you- you too…” she gave a watery smile as she hiccuped and the two giggled slightly over the situation. The older dancer smiled sadly and nodded before heading back over to her team. As they began to walk off Tatter turned around
“Congratulations Jam Republic- you all were fantastic- WE LOVE YOU!!!” the blonde screamed enthusiastically making a giant heart over her head with her arms, causing the rest of her team to follow and also share their love and praise for the team. The pink crew just smiled brightly and laughed, before shyly mirroring their reaction. After both crews went their separate ways and made it back to their hideouts, Y/n stood in the middle of the room as her teammates settled in.
“What’s up, Bunny?” Audrey asked, with a worried expression as she saw Y/n’s confused but teary eyes. The girl looked up and burst into tears again on the spot. All the members were shocked at the sudden outburst and ran to comfort her.
“She said I did good…” the girl bawled as her members hugged her. They all tensed for a short moment before bursting into a fit of giggles at how cute and sentimental their baby was. She eventually calms down, reducing her sobs to sniffles and soft hiccups. About 45 minutes to an hour passes before the staff is letting everyone know that a winner has been decided. 1 Million receive the 100 points benefit that came with being the group chosen by Hwasa, meaning their choreography will be performed and used for the music video.
The following day, everyone begins preparing for the music video. All the other crews learn 1 Million’s choreography and practice it in preparation for the shoot which would be happening the day after. When everyone gathered to get into hair and makeup for the video it felt fun. Not stressful, or competitive, just fun- and all the dancers were truly grateful for that.
Each crew had been given a portion of the song where they were able to perform a bit of their own choreography, highlighting their efforts as a whole production. They were able to tie up the shoot within just one day of filming, giving all the crews an extra day of rest before having to officially start working on their final mission before the finale.
y/n had been walking toward the set’s dancer lounge to grab a few snacks when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. The girl quickly turned around and became face to face, or rather face to chest, with the dancer she still wasn’t on the best terms with.
“Hey…” Bada whispered once she made eye contact with the smaller girl, removing her hand quickly as she realized it was still resting on her shoulder. Y/n stood speechless, trying to force herself to at least utter a ‘hey’ back, but she couldn’t find the strength.
“Can we talk?” the leader continued softly, voice wavering ever-so-slightly, but not enough for anyone to notice. To Y/n, Bada seemed confident and relaxed as her soft eyes peered down at her. It should’ve been comforting not seeing any signs of her being tense or upset, but the question alone made the younger dancer tear up, already feeling heavily emotional.
“Uh… yeah… yeah, of course” Y/n spoke meekly, not being able to hold eye contact for more than a couple of seconds at a time as she stood in front of the other girl. Bada glanced over at Kirsten and nodded, giving her a nervous tight-lipped smile as the younger leader gave her a gentle look of encouragement paired with two thumbs up.
The two walked in silence for a bit as they separated themselves from the majority of people, finding a less occupied area to chat. Once they arrived at a moderately secluded area and Bada stopped walking she turned to the younger dancer who stood stiffly with her arms crossed and shoulders tensed.
“So… how have you been?” Y/n starts shyly, trying not to seem too uncomfortable but internally cringing once she realizes how formal she sounds. Bada tried to suppress her frown, hating how awkward things had become, but then again, it all made sense.
“Well… uhm… I’m not doing terrible haha…” she tried to joke around while still being honest, but quickly realized none of her small-talk humor was going to get a laugh out of the other girl
“I actually haven’t been doing great since we last… talked…” she continued, becoming a bit more serious with her tone
“I’ve been thinking a lot- actually all I’ve done is think… about the things I said, about why I acted the way I did, about how to approach you, about how I should’ve done this sooner, and especially about you…” Bada rambled off all of what’s been occupying her brain recently
“All I do is think about you…” she breathed out, causing the other girl’s own breath to catch in her throat as her eyes widened slightly. Y/n bit her lip looking at the floor and blinked rapidly trying to avoid the stinging feeling in her eyes that was already beginning.
“I’m so sorry Y/n.” Bada whispered, starting to feel her throat tighten. The younger clenched her teeth and closed her eyes tightly as a singular tear slid down her cheek, before sniffling and looking back up to meet the tall girl’s gaze.
“That’s all I needed to hear…” she whispered with a sad smile, causing Bada to smile softly for a moment before furrowing her brows slightly
“But you deserve so much more than a simple apology-” the leader spoke seriously, still being conscience of her tone so as to not get too worked up
“It’s okay- I really don’t think I do… I said some terrible things too-” the younger sighed as she spoke
“Well of course, but that doesn’t mean what I said was okay… that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be trying my hardest to make up for the thing I said and how poorly I treated you…”
“We’re both equally at fault here-” Y/n was nearly cut off by the persistent dancer
“Well, I wouldn’t say equally… I definitely don’t think you were as cruel as I was… not like it’s a contest or anything but I think the impact this argument had on both of us was mostly my fault… especially since the things I said were aimed to hurt you…” Bada tried not to seem pushy, not wanting to cause another argument, but she was set on getting her point across
“I mean… I kinda deserved it-” Y/n chuckled humorlessly as she looked at her shoes, kicking the ground. Bada’s jaw dropped in absolute shock at how the girl honestly thought she was meant to hear such awful things directed toward her
“No, you didn’t, stop saying that! No one deserves to be talked to like that and I feel absolutely disgusted with myself for saying the things I said… I am SO so sorry y/n” The leader spoke up, voice raising slightly with urgency, desperate to get her sincerity across. The younger dancer struggled to find words momentarily, wanting to say ‘it’s okay’, but realizing that it in fact wasn’t okay at all
“...I accept your apology, Bada, I promise…” Y/n clearly stated after a few moments of thought
“Thank you…” Bada sighed, shoulders relaxing slightly
“I’m sorry too… I was acting immature and childish, and it was really all just because I was hurt by your decision- a decision that I understood had to be made…” and it was true- the girl really did understand why her team was chosen, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less
“Y/n’s you don’t need to apologize-” At Bada’s words it was now Y/n’s turn to be shocked. Even if the girl wasn’t as harsh, she surely was responsible for her own thoughts and actions.
“Of course I do… I need to apologize just as much as you do- for christ’s sake I was the one who caused the whole argument…” She started seriously with furrowed brows, but then her face softened as she continued
“I’m sorry for not trusting you… and for acting like a child-”
“You weren’t acting like a child, you were acting like someone who was under a lot of stress and that’s completely understandable-” Bada cut her off, already feeling the guilt arise again at the memory of how she’d called the younger girl childish and immature
“But I could have handled it so much better-”
“As could I, but we both saw how that actually turned out…” Bada finished with a light teasing smirk, causing Y/n to crack a bit of a smile herself before sighing again and biting her lip as tears filled her eyes
“I also shouldn’t have pushed you to talk about something you weren’t ready to talk about… so for that, I’m also sorry” the Bebe Leader added to her apology, gazing at Y/n with a soft heartfelt look. The younger was staring at the floor again as she sniffled before speaking
“I’m so sorry Bada-” Y/n whimpered as another onslaught of tears began falling. The older girl gently pulled her into a hug, wrapping her arms around the shorter girl’s shoulders and leaning her chin on top of Y/n’s head.
“Shhh… We’ve both apologized and talked it out- let’s grow from it and move past it now, okay?” the tall girl whispered against the younger’s head, running her hand over the other’s hair, smoothing it down softly
“We should probably work on not talking over each other too…” Y/n mumbled against her chest, feeling the light rumble of laughter as Bada chuckled. Noether had realized the leader had started crying as well until she sniffled and reached up to wipe away her tears without even realizing it.
“There are a lot of things we can work on together- good and bad…” Bada leaned back slightly to look down at the girl, who lifted her head to meet the taller girl’s gaze.
“Yeah… together…” Y/n whispered breathlessly with a relieved smile. The tall dancer couldn’t stop the grin from spreading on her face as she was finally able to stare into Y/n’s sparkling eyes again.
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Tidbit: The “Posterization” Effect of Panels Due to the Consequences of GIF Color Quantization (and Increased Contrast (And Also The Tangential Matter of Dithering))
There’s this misconception that the color banding and patterned dithering found in panels is an entirely deliberate, calculated effect Hussie manipulated the image into looking with some specific filter, but this isn’t the case, exactly. It wasn’t so much a conscious decision he took but rather an unavoidable consequence of the medium he partook in: digital art in an age where bandwidth and storage was at a premium.
Not to delve too deeply into the history and technicalities of it, but the long and the short of it is back in the early nineties to late aughts (and even a bit further into the 10s), transferring and storing data over the web was not as fast, plentiful, and affordable as it is now. Filesize was a much more important consideration than the fidelity of an image when displaying it on the web. Especially so when you’re a hobbyist on a budget and paying for your own webhosting, or using a free service with a modest upload limit (even per file!). Besides, what good would it be to post your images online if it takes ages to load them over people's dial-up Internet? Don't even get me STARTED on the meager memory and power the average iGPU had to work with, too.
The original comic strip's resolution was a little more than halved and saved as a GIF rather than a large PNG. That's about an 82.13% reduction in filesize!
So in the early days it was very common for people to take their scans, photographs, and digital drawings and scale them down and publish them as smaller lossily compressed JPEGs or lossless GIFs, the latter of which came at the cost of color range. But it had a wider range of browser support and the feature to be used for animations compared to its successor format, PNG ("PNG's not GIF").
You'd've been hard-pressed to find Hussie use any PNGs himself then. In fact, I think literally the only times he's ever personally employed them and not delegate the artwork to a member of the art team were some of the tiny shrunken down text of a character talking far in the distance and a few select little icons.
PNGs support semi-transparency unlike GIFs, which is why Hussie used them to preserve the anti-aliasing on the text without having to add an opaque background color.
While PNGs can utilize over 16 million colors in a single image, GIFs have a hard limit of 256 colors per frame. For reference, this small image alone has 604 colors:
For those who can't do the math, 256 is a pretty damn small number.
Smaller still were the palettes in a great deal of MSPA's panels early on in its run. Amazingly, a GIF such as this only uses 7 colors (8 if you count the alpha (which it is)).
Not that they were always strictly so low; occasionally some in the later acts of Homestuck had pretty high counts. This panel uses all 256 spots available, in fact.
If he had lowered the number any smaller, the quality would have been god-awful.
To the untrained eye, these bands of color below may seem to be the result of a posterization filter (an effect that reduces smooth areas of color into fewer harsh solid regions), but it's really because the image was exported as a GIF with no dithering applied.
Dithering, to the uninitiated, is how these colors are arranged together to compensate for the paltry palette, producing illusory additional colors. There are three algorithms in Photoshop for this: Diffusion, Pattern, and Noise.
Above is the original image and below is the image reduced to a completely binary 1-bit black and white color palette, to make the effect of each dithering algorithm more obvious.
Diffusion seemingly displaces the pixels around randomly, but it uses error diffusion to calculate what color each pixel should be. In other words, math bullshit. The Floyd-Steinberg algorithm is one such implementation of it, and is usually what this type of error diffusion dithering is called in other software, or some misnomer-ed variation thereof.
The usage of Pattern may hearken back to retro video game graphics for you, as older consoles also suffered from color palette limitations. Sometimes called Ordered dithering because of the orderly patterns it produces. At least, I assumed so. Its etymological roots probably stem from more math bullshit again.
True to its name, Noise is noisy. It’s visually similar to Diffusion dithering, except much more random looking. At least, when binarized like this. Truth be told, I can’t tell the difference between the two at all when using a fuller color table on an image with a lot of detail. It was mainly intended to be used when exporting individual slices of an image that was to be “stitched” back together on a webpage, to mitigate visible seams in the dithering around the edges.
To sate your curiosity, here's how the image looks with no dithering at all:
People easily confuse an undithered gif as being the result of posterization, and you couldn't fault them for thinking so. They look almost entirely the same!
Although I was already aware of this fact when I was much younger, I'm guilty of posterizing myself while editing images back then. Figured I may as well reduce the color count beforehand to help keep the exported GIF looking as intended. I view this as a complete waste of time now, though, and amateurish. Takes away a bit of the authenticity of MSPA art, how the colors and details are so variable between panels. As for WHY they were so variable to begin with, choosing the settings to save the image as requires a judicious examination on a case-by-case basis. In other words, just playing around with the settings until it looks decent.
It's the process of striking a fine balance between an acceptable file size and a "meh, good enough" visual quality that I mentioned earlier. How many colors can you take away until it starts to look shit? Which dithering algorithm helps make it look not as shit while not totally ruining the compression efficacy?
Take, for example, this panel from Problem Sleuth. It has 16 colors, an average amount for the comic, and uses Diffusion dithering. Filesize: 34.5 KB.
Then there's this panel right afterwards. It has 8 colors (again, technically 7 + alpha channel since it's an animated gif), and uses Noise dithering this time. Filesize: 34.0 KB.
The more colors and animation frames there are, and the more complicated dithering there is, the bigger the file size is going to be. Despite the second panel having half the color count of the first, the heavily noisy dithering alone was enough to inflate the file size back up. On top of that, there's extra image information layered in for the animation, leaving only a mere 0.5 kilobyte difference between the two panels.
So why would Hussie pick the algorithm that compresses worse than the other? The answer: diffusion causes the dithering to jitter around between frames of animation. Recall its description from before, how it functions on nerd shit like math calculations. The way it calculates what each pixel's color will be is decided by the pixels' colors surrounding it, to put it simply. Any difference in the placement of pixels will cause these cascading changes in the dithering like the butterfly effect.
Diffusion dithering, 16 colors. Filesize: 25.2 KB
This isn't the case with Noise or Pattern dithering, since their algorithms use either a texture or a definite array of numbers (more boring nerd shit).
Noise dithering, 16 colors. Filesize: 31.9 KB
Pattern dithering, 16 colors. Filesize: 23.1 KB
There's a lot more I'd like to talk about, like the different color reduction algorithms, which dither algorithms generally compress better in what cases, and the upward and downward trends of each one’s use over the course of a comic, but since this isn’t a deep dive on GIF optimization, I might save that for another time. This post is already reaching further past the original scope it was meant to cover, and less than 10 images can be uploaded before hitting the limit, which is NOWHERE near enough for me. I should really reevaluate my definition of the word “tidbit”… Anyway, just know that this post suffers from sample selection bias, so while the panels above came from an early section of Problem Sleuth that generally had static panels with diffusion dithering and animated panels with noise dithering, there certainly were animated panels with diffusion later on despite the dither-jittering.
Alright, time to shotgun through the rest of this post, screw segueing. Increasing the contrast almost entirely with “Use Legacy” enabled spreads the tones of the image out evenly, causing the shadows and highlights to clip into pure black and white. The midtones become purely saturated colors. Using the Levels adjustment filter instead, moving both shadow and highlight input level sliders towards the middle also accomplishes the same thing, because, you know, linear readjustment. I'm really resisting the urge to go off on another tangent about color channels and the RGB additive color model.
Anyway, there aren't any examples in MSPA that are quite this extreme (at least in color, but I'll save that for a later post), but an image sufficiently high in contrast can be mistaken for being posterized at a glance. Hence the Guy Fieri banner. In preparation for this post, I was attempting to make a pixel-perfect recreation of that panel but hit a wall trying to figure out which and how many filters were used and what each one's settings were, so I sought the wisdom of those in the official Photoshop Discord server. The very first suggestion I got was a posterization filter, by someone who was a supposed senior professional and server moderator, no less. Fucking dipshit, there's too much detail preserved for it to be posterization. Dude totally dissed me and my efforts too, so fuck that moron. I spit on his name and curse his children, and his children's children. The philistines I have to put up with...
In the end, the bloody Guy Fieri recreation proved to be too much for me to get right. I got sort of close at times, but no cigar. These were some of the closest I could manage:
You might be left befuddled after all this, struggling to remember what the point of the blogpost even was. I had meant for it to be a clarification of GIFs and an argument against using the posterization filter, thinking it was never used in MSPA, but while gathering reference images, I found a panel from the Felt intermission that actually WAS posterized! So I’ll eat crow on this one... Whatever, it’s literally the ONE TIME ever.
I can tell it's posterization and not gif color quantization because of the pattern dithering and decently preserved details on the bomb and bull penis cane. There would have had to have been no dithering and way fewer colors than the 32, most of which were allotted to the bomb and cane. You can't really selectively choose what gets dithered or more colors like this otherwise.
Thank you for reading if you've gotten this far. That all might have been a lot to take in at once, so if you're still unclear about something, please don't hesitate to leave a question! And as always, here are the PSDs used in this post that are free to peruse.
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A Good man
💀Summary: A mission in Mexico doesn't go according to plan and you end up saving two children's lives. Ghost lets the vulnerability he had hidden so much slip a bit.
💀Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader
💀Warnings: canon typical violence, angst, fluff, established relationship situationship, children!, Ghost being an emotional wreck, passionate lovemaking (blink and you'll miss it)
A/N: so this was originally half a chapter of a fanfic that I'm gathering the concentration to finish but I wanted to post something so here you go lol. If more people like it I might follow it up from here or just make a part 2.
Also this is no beta read and English is not my first language so if you see some grammar mistakes no you didn't.
Fucking with cartels had never been easy, but now you had fucked up. Your mission was to infiltrate a neighborhood in a town near Las Almas and the rest of the team would follow up to take down one of their bases and get closer to capture their leader.
The first part went smoothly, until you noticed the civilians practically fleed the neighborhood in an instant and lots of cars full of armed men coming.
You had managed to make it past the Neighborhood into the rural area. Your legs burned from running so fast and for so long, there was a pressure in your chest from agitation and your lungs were full of the familiar smoke of dirt, gunpowder, and blood. The noise of war around you made it hard to concentrate on where you were going.
Ghost was some feet away from you, into an abandoned construction and directed you to stop and cover. Your body was grateful for the break.
"We need to get outta 'ere as fast as we can. These bastards won't give up" he had to speak on the radio, as you were hiding in different places of the construction.
"Roger that"
"Let's move" he ordered.
But as you grabbed your weapon closer to you, prepared to run again, you heard a shuffle between the pieces of wood that you were sure had been a closet before.
Warily, you got closer as your hand rested on the gun on your thigh; ready to shoot if someone jumped. As you tore open the door, you were found with runny noses and two little bodies hugged tightly. The oldest on was maybe about 7 years old, and the youngest could have been older than 3 years old.
"Ghost, you copy? There are children in here" You spoke on the radio again, shocked.
"Children?!"
"There's two, they were hidden. I need help to take them to safety!" You said desperately.
"Negative. They're shooting at us, hunting us. It's too dangerous, both for them and for us"
Just as he ended that sentence, you started hearing explosions and guns again. They were near and you felt your heart sink. How were you going to leave those two poor kids scared and alone to die?
"I need you to come with me, I'm gonna make sure you are safe, okay?" You said to them as softly as you could in spanish.
The older one just nodded and you caged them in your arms, running outside. There you met Ghost, who as soon as he saw you with both children shook his head in disapproval but grabbed one in his arms nonetheless.
Soon you reached the extraction point, where an agitated Alejandro and Rudy were waiting outside the SUV and you could see the confusion on their faces.
"What the hell?" Alejandro whispered "We checked the area, and there were no civilians"
"They were hidden in an abandoned house" you explained "I couldn't let them there" you shook your head.
Alejandro just nodded and opened the door for you. On the other side, Ghost also sat in the backseat and Rudy got into the driver's seat.
The children's little bodies began to shake and tears left a clear path on their dirty cheeks, so you embraced one in each arm and rubbed their backs and arms encouragingly.
Ghost stared intensely at you, though you couldn’t figure out if he did it with admiration like Alejandro and Rudy or disapproval. Maybe none, maybe a mix of both. But the fact that he had such intense eyes plus his mask didn't help to calm the children.
He sensed it, so he moved closer to the door and away from you and the children, promising himself he would stop. He was used for people to fear him, the feeling should be nothing new yet something inside of him died when the fear in someone else's eyes reflected on his own.
He hadn't always been like this.
You noticed the kids staring at him warily.
"You must not fear him, he's a good man," you said to the kids in Spanish as you gazed at him "He protected you, he carried you here, remember?"
They nodded and their gaze softened on the soldier.
A knot formed on his throat and he had to tear his eyes from you and look away to the window. How, after all he has done, could he be a good man? Hadn't he killed thousands, a lot of them innocents and foreign to war like these children? How could you even dare to think he was good? You must be either blind or insane, he thought.
As soon as the truck stopped at the base he got out straight as a bullet to his room. He couldn't bear to see you now, he couldn't bear for you to see him like this; he was scared that accidentally he could let a bit of his tarnished soul slip and see the light of you.
In the meantime, you were in charge of the children so the team could do research to know who their parents were and what they would do with them.
You cleaned and fed them, and kept them distracted from the horrors they had lived just a few hours ago. Playing, drawing and reading tales with both until the sun went down and their tired round faces started to yawn. The older kid quickly fell asleep on the couch, but the youngest one extended his arms for you to grab them up.
His head was still a mess of fresh emotions and deeply set wounds, but he knew he couldn't just stay there for eternity. What he didn't expect was to see you pacing in the hallway quietly humming a lullaby, holding a small body against your own and caressing the messy-haired head on your chest.
You placed the youngest kid next to the other and when you noticed him, your gaze softened into almost a smile.
"Are you alright? We haven't seen you since we arrived here" you asked concerned.
"How are they?" He changed the subject away from him, and he sounded concerned too.
"They are fine, we played all afternoon so they got tired. Alejandro is looking for their parents or relatives" you explained, gazing at them.
He just nodded and silence flooded the room. You reached for your pocket and pulled out a folded paper, which you extended to him.
"They made this in the afternoon, they wanted to give it to you but we didn't find you"
He delicately grabbed the paper and his breath hitched when he saw it; It was a doodle of him in his mask smiling, and you, each kid grabbing one of your hands. In one of the corners, the phrase "I'm not scared of ghosts anymore" was written in wobbly letters and grammatical errors.
He traced his hand over the drawing, like if it was going to vanish any time, like he couldn't believe it was real.
You stepped closer to him and searched for his eyes, which were full of emotion. You knew he didn't like much physical contact but you couldn't find another way to show him how grateful you were without scaring him for good, so you softly placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Thank you," you said in a small voice "Truly…for helping me to rescue them. I know I should've followed your orders but…"
"You don't need to apologize," he assured in a deep voice. I'm glad you didn't follow them, he almost added.
"I wasn't going to" you smirked.
You hated how unpredictable he was, how he looked at those he hated and those he didn't in the same intense way. When you saw his eyes linger too much on your lips you knew you were part of the second group.
With a small tug on your arm he pulled you closer to him as he kissed your lips over his balaclava.
You stumbled until you reached his room and as soon as both were inside he pulled the balaclava up until his lips were uncovered.
His kisses were hungry, not in a lustful way but in an emotional way. Like he needed something to ground himself and that something was your lips. Your hands found his face, caressing it so tenderly it made him hug you closer to his body.
You parted from his lips a bit, catching your breath. Still, you gazed at him for a moment.
"You are so good, Simon" you whispered sincerely, your hands still gently on his face.
His hand traveled from your waist to the back of your neck, and he pushed to kiss you again this time deeper. Soon his hands started to wander and you ended up naked with his towering body hovering yours.
It was the most sensual and passionate you both have ever been. Slow, yet powerful and deep. The way he grabbed and hugged you hard but also caressed you so softly. His head buried in the crook of your neck and his hips between your legs, which were caging his waist as tightly as your hands did with his back and shoulders.
That, until he remembered how you make him feel. The confusion and frustration you brought along into his life, the vulnerability he had deprived himself for so long. His thrusts became rougher, but he couldn't bring himself to be cold or distant with you. Not after today, not after you were so gentle even when he didn't deserve it.
His hips stutter and by the way you moaned into his ear he knew you were close too. Your foreheads met as he buried himself deeply within you and you gasped when you felt waves of pleasure through you.
He hovered over you, his eyes intensely didn't miss a second of your face.
"What?" You asked.
Of course, he didn't respond, instead laying beside you. You sat on the bed, ready to get your clothes and leave in silence.
"Stay"
"Hmm?" you asked, not sure of what he said.
"You can stay if you want" he ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to hide his face.
"Don't you mind they might see me coming out of your room in the morning?"
"No," he simply answered.
You gave him a little smile and lay down again.
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Not A Survivalist Girl
Part 7: Gore Whore
Pairing: Joel Miller x afab!reader (this is before he meets Tess)
Summary: With everything between you and Joel being tame for now, you celebrate Halloween, kinda. Please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface. I wanna be in the next chapter! (this can be read as a stand alone so it's fine if you aren't caught up on previous chapters but I recommend to see the dynamic.)
Warnings: 18+ only, MDNI. Age gap (alluded but not specific) Cute lil domestic-ish Joel, angst, Joel talks about Sarah just for a moment, descriptions of death (it was a clicker im sorry), swearing, Joel yelling and being cranky, mentions of pills, chef Joel makes his guest appearance, mask kink, daddy kink, bitch all the kinks that go hand in hand with those two sdknldnd, pet names (baby, sweet girl, little girl, daddy, Joel refers to himself as daddy, sir) unprotected p in v, spanking, choking, breath play, that rough nasty sex, manhandling, creampie. I think that's it but lmk if I forgot anything!
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Authors Note: Happy (early) Halloween, sluts! This is a way long overdue chapter and I'm sorry it's taken a million years to get to you. I just want to get this out of the way now and then we can get to the story... Gianna and I have both mutually decided we can't keep up with the story and write together with our schedules, it's not fair to you. Moving forward it'll just be me writing the story and I hope everyone understands. It won't be the last time you see us collab together, I promise! 💗 Also- Thank you to the Horny Bitch House for helping me with bits and pieces of this, I love you all 💗
The window ledges filled with orange and yellow leaves as the end of October was coming full steam, the warm days turning colder as each day passed.
You and Joel were on the best terms the two of you had been on yet. He grew more patience with you and you learned not to piss him off so much for shits and giggles.
It was mutual.
“You awake, sweet girl?” Joel murmurs against your cheek as he peels back the covers. You try to bury your head in the pillows as much as you can to hide from him, hoping he’ll give you five more minutes to sleep since you two were up late last night carving out pumpkins that you insisted on doing.
“Naah, come on baby we gotta get goin’. Need to look for supplies before it starts to get too cold to go out all the time.” His hands wrap around your warm torso and wiggle you around, biting at your ear gently.
Joel had been up for hours like typical old men do and he knew you hated being woken up but he had a point. Your medicine supplies were getting low with how many times you’d stabbed your hand with your knife trying to learn how to use it better but that was neither here nor there.
“Can I just get five more minutes, pleeease?” You whine and try to yank your pink blanket over you that was tucked by your side but Joel already sees your idea and snatches the blanket from your hands before you even get the chance to unfold it. He chuckles and stands up adjusting his jeans, sniffling obnoxiously.
“No can do, doll. Get up, let’s go.” A hard pat to your ass makes you jolt and groan, finally sitting up to look at him.
“Seriously, Joel? We have to go right now?”
He stands between your legs that hang off the side of the bed and you rest your head against his belly, Joel’s hand cupping the side of your face.
“We gotta get movin’ soon, I already let you sleep way later than I was originally going to- you’re welcome by the way. I already packed coffee and snacks because I know your ass would start to bitch and moan about halfway through the trail that you’re hungry.”
Your brows furrow as you look at him, mouth agape in offense.
“Excuse me, just because I admit I bitch and moan doesn’t mean you can say it whenever you feel it’s needed.”
Joel rolls his eyes at you playfully and kisses your forehead before he walks to the open bedroom door.
“Yeah whatever, get dressed. I’m leavin’ in ten minutes with or without ya.”
Joel shuts the white wooden door and you scratch the back of your head before getting up to find an outfit for the day.
Naturally you wanted to wear whatever you thought was cute but Joel having you outside so much was teaching you very quickly that comfort comes before cuteness. No low cut shirts today, a sweater and jeans to make him happy and to keep you warm for once. The sweater had tattered spots and a few holes but not enough to make you cold by any means. It just looked a little grungy and Joel noticed right away.
“Baby, do you have to wear that sweatshirt? It’s got too many holes in it and I don’t wanna hear you tell me you’re cold as soon as we get outside.” His hand meets his hip as he finishes drinking the coffee from his mug.
You look down and think about it for a second, “I mean…I’ve got somethin’ on under it, I think it’ll be fine. I’ll bring my jacket just in case, it’ll be fine.” You reassure him and grab an apple from the almost empty fruit bowl sitting right next to Joel’s arm.
His eyes lock onto every moment you make and you can tell he’s slightly annoyed. As you turn around and grab your pack, you look at the door and ask him, “What's the matter now, Joel?” Your taunting tone makes him scoff a little, he comes up behind you and tucks your jacket into the arm loop of your pack.
“I don’t wanna hear any complaints today, since you’ve got it all figured out, ok?” He spins you around to face him, hands still holding your biceps tightly.
“Promise.” You give him a cheeky grin and kiss his cheek. He sighs deeply at your attempts to be cute and he walks to the front door to open it for you to head outside.
With your knife in your pocket and Joel’s guns tucked in the sides of his packs, you two start to make your way to wherever the hell he wants to go.
Joel never really tells you much about your destinations when you have to go out on supply runs, he just hopes you won’t ask because he knows as soon as he brings up directions, you’ll get lost.
“So did you have fun carvin’ pumpkins last night? I like the face you made on it, it’s cute.” You ask him while you grab onto his ring and pinky finger, closing your hand around them.
“Can’t tell ya the last time I carved a pumpkin. Sarah..she hated the inside of pumpkins- never wanted to touch the guts. So I’d empty it out for her and she’d draw where she wanted me to cut it and by golly she’d make some funky faces for them pumpkins.”
His face wasn’t totally in your eyesight but just by his tone you could hear the smile on his face. You could tell he felt better talking about her, sharing all the memories he had of her.
“Did she have a favorite Halloween movie?” You ask, catching up to him now so you can see his face. The fog from the river was clearing but it was still gloomy and yet Joel seemed to be shining while he gushed about his daughter.
“She loved Hocus Pocus. Insisted on going as the three sisters, one for each year. I couldn’t get her to turn that movie off, hell she’d watch it year round. Begged me to get a black cat so she can have a “Binx” of her own. What she didn’t know was that I planned to get her one for Christmas the year the outbreak happened…but we never reached December.”
His voice cracked and he looked down at his boots kicking up leaves.
“What about you darlin’? Any favorite Halloween movies you had?”
Joel tugs on your sweater sleeve and smiles softly at you while you hesitate to answer.
“Don’t laugh, but I was into the really bloody, turn your stomach in knots kind of horror movies. Saw, Final Destination, Thirteen Ghosts, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Bride of Chucky, shit like that. Scream is also up there, and even though it's super silly, Elvira: Mistress of The Dark was also my favorite.” He could feel your excitement rushing to your fingertips as you started to remember all the silly shit you used to watch.
He stops in his tracks and looks at you with shock written all over his face.
“I find it so hard to believe that Miss Scared of Everything used to watch shit like that. I call bullshit.”
You take two steps forward to him and get close to his face, a smirk written all over your mouth.
“Just admit you didn’t have me all figured out, it’s okay baby I forgive you.” You taunt and barely kiss his lips.
Joel grunts as you pull away too quickly for his liking and before you can protest, you’re wrapped up in his arms and held tightly against his chest. His teeth nibble on your earlobe just enough to make you squeal and try to get free.
“Where you think you’re goin’, baby?”
The way he says it drives you crazy, in the way you could just eat him up here and now. He had that look in his eye, the same one he had that night he took you by the fireplace, it was passion and lust, like he was falling for you all over again.
“If you wanna make it back to the cabin before dark, you better let me go and keep it pushing, sir.”
Sir. It’s one of the many nicknames you have for him that drives the nail in deeper, pushing him to want you more than he did before you got in his face. He likes the fact you don’t back down to him, you match his energy.
Rightfully so.
He stares at you for a little too long before letting you slip from his arms, taking his hand once more to continue walking.
~
With hours passed you now and your feet starting to ache, you finally end up in a fairly sized town that Joel found a while ago before he met you, hoping whatever he found would still be here.
There wasn’t much left to rummage through, the houses had been picked apart for years now, glass windows broken out and front doors ripped off the hinges like a stampede used for a pathway.
“Just over here in the mall, I hid a bunch of stuff away pretty good, I think at least. C’mon girlie, keep up.” With him in front of you leading you to the entrance, you pull your knife out just in case. Joel lets go of your hand and there’s a small pang to your chest but for your own safety he grabs one of his many guns, cocking it to be ready.
You slip behind the door and hold it open just enough for Joel to squeeze through and your flashlights illuminate what used to be a fun and exciting place. Frozen in time and littered with what it once was, you could almost see how it started out. Benches everywhere, shops with displays still intact and caked with dust, parts of the ceilings knocked out and covering tables with chairs tucked underneath just wishing someone would pull it out and sit at it one last time.
“Okay-here’s what we’re gonna do, we’re gonna get as much as we can find and hurry up and get the fuck outta here. Don’t wanna spend a lot of time here, do you hear me?” He shines the light right in your eyes, his words short and dry.
You shrug and raise your eyebrows, “Yes, I hear you.” You push the flashlight out of his hand and he kisses your forehead sweetly before walking on, lighting up his path as much as he can. There was a soft tingle on the back of your neck and it wasn’t the good kind. It was as if something was lurking behind you in a scary dark corner, something you couldn’t see. It took you no time to catch up to him, lightly holding onto his bag as he took calculated steps between the rubble.
“All those horror movies you watched and yet you still can’t hold your goddamn knife correctly. What did I tell you about holding it like that?” Joel’s shoulders drop as he turns to you, adjusting your hand on your knife. With a scoff and a slight head shake, he was off again and walking towards the pharmacy. You couldn’t help but notice the halloween store across from it, your heart racing as a sliver of normalcy was in your reach. The ginormous pit in your stomach to feel like you were back in your old life, digging through decorations to beg your mom to buy while she looked disgustedly at the skimpy costumes.
“J-Joel…can we go in there? Please? I just wanna…look.” You must’ve patted his shoulder a dozen times which only granted a stern look and the annoyance so apparent on his face.
“I’m sorry, were you conscious when I said we are not going anywhere except the pharmacy?” Rude.
“Yes, thank you. I just wanna look. Twenty minutes tops, please?” Being with Joel tested your patience every single day, you never had to negotiate or handle being told no.
Not until you met him.
Joel takes a hold of your pack strap, yanking you towards him, “Help me get all this stuff and I’ll think about letting you set foot in there, clear?” His dark eyes glimmer in the faint daylight ripping through the broken ceiling. You try to pull yourself away from his personal space but his eyebrows raise awaiting a response from you.
“O-kay!” You finally free yourself and stand up, walking straight into the pharmacy. Garbage scattered everywhere and almost empty shelves holding things that weren’t useful in any way. Extending your arm out to run your fingertips against the items, you feel the dust and dirt coating them as you walk down the isles slowly and look for anything you could stash away in your little hideout for the winter.
Joel dips into the backroom and into a storage closet, climbing on top of a chair to lift the ceiling tile to the side. Put away inside an old duffle bag was bandages, rubbing alcohol, tons of supplies that made up first aid kits, sewing needles and thread in case you have to stitch someone up again, and of course some miscellaneous pills he took from the shelves of medication, knowing exactly what each one was.
You could hear him rummaging around behind you the further you got from him to look at the back wall full of sunglasses, untouched on the spinning racks of their display.
A pair catches your eye, gold tinted aviators that just scream 70’s.
“Joel, come here! You have to try these on!” You tuck the pair for him under your arm and grab the biggest rounded frame you could find, pushing them up the bridge of your nose.
Shoving the duffle bag onto his broad shoulder, he makes his way to you and his flashlight shines at your feet, up your body slowly until you turn around and show him what you found.
“I think you need a pair of sunglasses, baby. For when you’re outside workin’, looking all sexy for me.” You tease and carefully put the sunglasses on his face. He shuffles to the side of you and dips down to see his reflection in the mirror, groaning in disgust.
“No, absolutely not. The hell I look like wearin’ those.” Joel pinches the arm of the eyewear and hands them back with zero interest.
You tuck them away into your bag anyway and grab the smoke colored square framed pair with rhinestones all over them. He didn’t wait for you like usual as he was already by the doors you entered once before.
“You get ten minutes and then we’re going back.” He lifts the metal gate just enough for you to slip under and you hold it open for him, letting it thud against the marble floor as he stands up with a slight groan and a rub to his knee.
The adrenaline was pumping through you, feeling at home once more even if it was just for a split second.
The VHS tapes covering the walls, toys and costumes everywhere, DVD case covers scattered around your feet. It was everything you wanted and more, to feel like you were who you once were before all of this ripped you from the life you took for granted.
“See anything you maybe uh…wanna decorate the cabin with?” Joel irrupts from behind you, hand on your hip slightly. You turn to meet his eyes, the innocence in your eyes making him smile.
“Don’t go crazy, just a few things because we gotta carry it. Just a little bit of stuff to make it feel a little more lived in.” His tone was patient and understanding that this meant a lot to you.
“Really? You mean that?” The way you kind of didn’t believe he was being serious was enough to warrant a nod from him with a silly look on his face, almost like you offended him.
“Well let’s go, you got eight minutes.” He smacks your ass again and wiggles it a little before holding his flashlight above your head so you could see where you were walking.
So much to choose from and not enough time from Joel. You wanted it all. You wanted the movies to feel a little better but you knew he wouldn’t carry the display TV back to the cabin and he would never watch the shit you’d pick out anyway. You settle for two strings of glittery garland that you knew he’d find something to complain about, a few little ceramic ghosts to put in the windows and the pair of cuffs you took out of the package to a cop costume. Kneeling down and slinging your bag off your back, you start to put everything away, until the cuffs jingle against each other.
“What was that you just put in there?” You look up at Joel and you don’t answer, contemplating if you should play with him or not. His eyes flicked to your lips as he licked his, standing his ground over you with his hands on his hips.
“Answer me, lil lady.”
Fuck.
You were made and you knew he would immediately tell you to put them back, that there’s no way he’d let you cuff him to the bedpost and ride him until the sun came up.
Just as you were about to answer, a clicker busts through the door from the storage closet behind you, growling and clicking as it charges towards you. Joel takes your hand and pulls you off the ground, running for the entrance when one of your sweater holes gets caught on a broken clothing rack and pulls you right from his grasp.
He grunts loudly as the clicker gets closer and closer to you while you tug and try to free yourself but to no avail, your knife fell from your other hand when you got pulled back.
The squelch of Joel’s knife twisting in the clickers chest catches your wide eyed gaze as you pant and try to scoot away but your boots slip against the trash, the body falling right in front of you.
It was still squirming and reaching at you, looking you dead in the eye as it grabbed the tip of your shoe.
Joel’s boot presses against its head to hold it against the floor as he shoots it dead. The grunting and squealing came to a silence while Joel looks over at you, his chest rising fast as he holds out his hand to help you up.
Clutching his wrist to pull yourself up, you shake off the bits of flesh that got on your boot and you can see his nostrils are flared still, eyes burning with anger.
“What did I tell you about that goddamn sweater! You almost got yourself fuckin’ killed, jesus christ.” His voice booms as he shakes you a little before pulling you into his embrace.
Joel catches his breath and pets your hair softly.
“Baby I’m-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to yell, I’m sorry- are you okay?”
Your body still shudders against him and you nod in his chest.
“I’m fine, Joel. Let’s go h-...to the cabin.” It hurt him to hear you stop yourself from saying the cabin was home. You wanted to call it home so badly but the thought of you getting so comfortable with him to the point that you'd call his cabin your home, scared you to fucking pieces.
~
The cabin was dimly lit from what little sunlight you had left and your boots clunked against the wooden porch as you opened the front door to the living room. It was kind of a quiet walk home, not a lot of words shared between you and Joel. He didn’t want to pry and nag about how you were feeling but he wanted to know if you were still mad at him. Some small part of him felt like an ass for yelling at you after he told you he’d work on that but in his defense he was terrified at how close to death you got.
“You hungry, baby?” He asked as he shucked off his bag and jacket before kicking off his boots. You unlace your shoes and kick them next to his, shaking your head no.
He sighs deeply, shoulders dropping while his hands go to your waist and pull you into him.
“I know that’s not true, those snacks were gone before we were even halfway there. Now, tell me what you’re hungry for and I’ll make it for ya…” He rocks you back and forth slowly as he hums softly against your head.
“Spaghetti..maybe? I noticed you had pasta in the cupboard next to the stuff you said wasn’t just for any ol’ meal and..” Joel grabs your face lovingly, the tender touch of the rough man was somehow so calming to you. He tried his best to be delicate with you when he could see you needed it the most but this is Joel Miller, how soft could he naturally be?
“You want spaghetti, we’re gonna eat spaghetti. You can decorate while I get dinner going, how’s that sound, sweet girl?”
His smile grew to match yours and he placed his lips on your forehead before he went to the kitchen to rummage through the cabinets to find all the pots and ingredients he needed.
Picking up your bag with all of your Halloween decorations stuffed inside you begin to put your ghost figures in small places you know Joel won’t accidentally bump them and knock them over. One in the windowsill by the kitchen sink, one by your side of the bed, and one in Joel’s room by his clock. Peeking around the corner to see where exactly he was and his back was to you while he drained the pasta from the water in the sink, you dip back into his room with the little black cat figurine you took at the last second after he killed the clicker and walked away from you in the heat of the moment. He was frustrated with you but you still took it knowing you’d never be there again and you’d regret never taking it for him.
There it sits on his table tucked right by his clock. It was only a matter of time before he would see it and question why you did something nice for him. Joel couldn’t understand that you wanted to do everything for him. Being with him in this predicament and such a short time made it feel like you’d been there for years, like you could spend the rest of your life here with him.
“Let’s eat, honey!” He booms from the kitchen and you can heat the plates being set on the table. When you round the corner to face the kitchen, you see the table set with candles of all shapes and widths. This was the most special he’s made you feel yet, besides carving pumpkins with you.
“Cmon, gotta surprise for ya when we’re done eating.” Joel was trying to hide a devilish grin but he was terrible at it, the glass to his lips not being a good shield from your eyes at all. You furrow your brows at him as you sit down hesitantly. What could he have planned that you don’t know about?
“A surprise? Since when do you do surprises?” Your fork clanks against the plate to scoop up spaghetti, the steam rolling off the top hits your hand and makes you shiver slightly.
Joel squints playfully and shovels the warm pasta in his mouth to chew thoroughly before answering you lowly, “Yeah alright, keep bein’ a smartass and see what it’ll get you.” His dark eyes glimmered behind the candle flame and you felt that same feeling in the pit of your stomach that you had when you first met him. You were desperate for him at this point and it was almost comical it wasn’t written all over your face.
The two of you talk about whatever you could think of as you indulge in the best meal you’ve had in months. You could only take so many goddamn stews and soups before it was enough, Joel on the other hand could make anything work for a meal and be fine.
“Did you wanna put the garland on the railing outside while I clean up this mess?” He chugs down the rest of his water and wipes his mouth with his napkin, looking at you with a hidden agenda.
“Oh, shit! I forgot about that!” You practically fall out of your chair to get it from your bag and you slip on your boots to go out on the porch.
“Take a flashlight with you!” Joel yells from his seat and all he sees is your hand reach through the front door to the hall tree that held all your stuff, grabbing your flashlight before shutting the front door once more.
He chuckles to himself as scratches the back of his head thinking about you and how you always kept him guessing your next move. While you wrapped the orange and black garland around the stair railing, little did you know Joel wasn’t actually doing the dishes. He was in the bedroom unpacking the duffle bag from earlier at the pharmacy, tucking away the pills in the bottom drawer in the bathroom. His backpack was sitting at the end of the couch and he opened it, taking out the one thing you didn’t know he stashed.
A ghostface mask.
Just as you stand up and back away to observe the work you did, a tall figure standing on the side of the cabin makes you freeze in your place. Quickly you realize it’s Joel with the way he’s standing and the knife at his side. The corners of your mouth turn up and you walk towards him, tucking your hands behind your back.
“What the hell are you doing?” You question and tug on his jacket teasingly.
No answer.
All he does is cock his head slightly at you with his knife still at his side.
Your excitement wets your panties and you can feel your fingers going cold but the adrenaline running through your body keeps you warm.
“Joel seriously, what are you doing?” Your tone is a little more firm this time.
He raises his arm to point his knife towards the house and he mutters from under the mask, “Run. If I find you, I fuck you. My way.”
Your jell-o feeling legs stumble backwards to take off towards the house, Joel charging at you in no time. He knew there were only so many hiding spots in the cabin, that was the point. You went for the obvious place but you knew he’d get a laugh at it, under the bed.
The weight of his boots moved on the porch and the front door swung open widely, smacking the wall behind it. It was seconds after he walked in the cabin that you had to cover your mouth and nose so he couldn’t hear the small pants of breath coming from under the bed. With your feet at the end of where the bed is, you watch closely at the door and soon enough his boots are in your vision. You know he won’t hurt you too much but god damn was your heart racing.
Joel slowly makes his way to the door frame of the bedroom and he stops abruptly to inspect the room. Slinking his way closer, your eyes follow his every move and when he stops at the end of the bed you knew he knew.
With a rough yank on your ankles, Joel quickly pulls you out from under the bed and you squeal in excitement.
“No, no, no please, don’t hurt me.” You protest and he tosses you face first on the bed, ripping your jeans below your ass cheeks. A groan bellows from Joel with a sharp smack to your ass and it sends you whimpering with your head between your arms.
The cold blade of the knife traces over your lower back and your wiggling reaction earns a chuckle from Joel before the ripping of fabric fills your ears. He cut your fucking panties. Slipping the fabric off of you between your thighs, he couldn’t help but admire the wetness on them.
A thud hits the headboard and you turn around to see his knife wiggling as he just finished driving it into the wood before he smacks your ass again.
His rough hand meets the middle of your back and presses down firmly so your ribs lay comfortably on the bed as his free hand unbuckles his belt slowly.
The only thing you could hear was his belt buckle hitting the wooden floor and the sound of his boots hitting the rug while he simultaneously rubbed his thumb over your aching clit.
“F-fuck, daddy yes, I need you inside me please.” You try to claw at him but he just shoves you down on the bed again. Joel lifts the mask up momentarily to spit on your asshole, eagerly watching it drip down over your entrance and through your sticky sweet folds.
He whips out his long hard cock to slap your asshole with the tip and he snickers as he sees you tense up thinking he’s going to fuck your ass.
“Not yet, baby. Now…stay still for daddy, yeah? Be a good pretty girl for me.” He groans as he slips inside your pussy. You can hear his thick breathing and cussing reverberate off the mask and it makes you spread your legs further apart, wanting to please him in any way you can.
There was no easing into it, Joel’s hands grab your wrists and pin them against your back before his hips begin slamming against you harshly. When Joel got to have his way with you, he wasn’t gentle with it. All the pent up frustration you gave him was taken out on you this way and it had the opposite effect, it only made you act out more.
Joel’s grunts with every thrust inside you, his hands squeeze your wrists tighter and tighter the hornier he gets. Your pussy clenches around his cock in excitement and you squeal out a slew of his name mixed with curse words, too mumbled for him to decipher what you said.
“Fuck, you’re such a good little angel wrappin’ around my cock like that- ohh shit.” He hisses and your arm falls to your side, Joel’s hand wrapping around your throat roughly. You cry out as you can feel the head of his cock bumping your cervix and Joel puts his right foot on the bed to get a better angle on you, his hips never stopped moving.
With his thick fingers squeezing every bit of air out of you, he growls in your ear, “You like when daddy plays rough with you like the nasty little girl you are?” He chuckles and squeezes harder around your throat so you can’t answer.
You close your eyes as the roll back with lust and your body begins to shake underneath him, his cock still ramming into you and making your head spin.
“I wanna-oh my goddd-come for you daddy, please. Let me come, please-I can’t-god..fuuck.” You choke out and he goes faster, slamming into you so hard the bed squeaks with every thrust.
“Aww, you wanna come all over my cock, honey? Show me how good you are and come, right fuckin’ now.” Joel’s voice vibrates against your ear before he stands up straight and grabs onto your hips to keep himself steady as he fucks you as hard as he can.
It was almost as if the Earth stopped spinning and everything hit all at once. You fell flat on the bed as you screamed his name, trying to wiggle away from him but it was no use. Joel pins your hips down and continues at you, groaning louder as his cock twitches inside you.
“God damn, that’s a good girl-oh fuck.-Gonna make daddy fill up that pretty little pussy of yours, baby. Bet you’d like that huh? Goin’ to sleep with my cum inside you.” He mutters through his teeth as his jaw clenches, his head tilting back.
You try to shove him away as you shake from the overwhelming feeling on your pussy but he’s too far into it to stop. He needs to get himself off inside you if it’s the last thing he does.
A few spanks to your ass and a couple squeezes to your tits, Joel’s breath becomes heavier as he empties his balls deep in you.
He cusses loudly and grabs your ass for dear life as his knees go weak with each string of cum he shoots. Joel’s cock goes soft inside you and he pulls out slowly, seeing the cum already threaten to spill from your aching hole. As you lay there dizzy and so fucked out, he sits beside you and gives a little pat to your ass, taking off the ghostface mask and giving it a toss to the floor.
Neither one of you says a word for a few minutes until you finally get the energy to lazily sit up and look at him.
“Can you fuck me like that from now on, please?” you ask breathlessly and he looks at you in awe.
“Come here.” Joel whispers and his hand grabs the back of your head gently, pulling you into a passionate kiss.
“Let’s go take a bath.” You mumble on his lips and leave him sitting there on the bed.
“Happy fuckin’ Halloween to me. God damn.” He says to himself with a grin and walks to the bathroom.
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Hi, I’ve seen some gifs of that Thai show, but are those two actors together in real life too?
Hi lovely Nonnie!
Oh wow, I did not expect an ask about Kinnporsche The Series / Mileapo, but I probably should have since I went off a bit in the tags of that gifset reblog, didn't I? XD Please never take me too seriously whenever I claim two specific individuals have invented love, I'm just joking around. Unless I'm talking about David and Jonathan, because they totally did. ;p
But if I'm to try and answer seriously, I would say that officially, the last time either Mile or Apo have addressed the issue of their romantic status, they both said they're single (Mile in Aug 2022, Apo in July 2021 if I'm not mistaken). Of course, that's also the response I would expect from them if they were together. Because just like there are opposite sex couples who meet on the sets of movies and TV shows, and fall in love or just have an affair, there are same sex couples who go through the same thing. The difference is that society (and the entertainment business even more so) is still so homophobic, that these same sex couples often can't come out. I mean, if opposite sex couples sometimes feel they need to keep it to themselves, and we only find out about their romances decades later, like in the case of Jane Seymour and Christopher Reeve (if we find out about them at all), then imagine how much harder it is for same sex couples who fall in love as co-stars... (or even when there's a same sex celebrity couple, period)
Other than Mile, Apo and the people they trust, no one really knows if Mileapo actually are a couple and have to be closeted, or if they're just truly the best of friends who bonded so much as co-stars on the set of KPTS that their behavior is hard to distinguish from the way lovers act towards each other. We also have to take into account that they're from Thailand, and the cultural norms for how men are allowed to interact can be very different. Especially when we remember that they starred in a BL (gay themed show) together, and the norm for that is heavy fan service. I AM convinced that even then, their bond runs deeper than fan service, especially since the original production of KPTS was canceled, and the production company that was set up instead explicitly said it would not require fan service. Plus, this company was co-founded by Mile to save KPTS and give Apo his second chance to shine as an actor, after he had been previously bullied by homophobes into leaving the acting world. So yeah, I have every reason to believe their connection is real.
And the fact that this is a part of their unhinged story (that they met briefly as models 7 years before they auditioned for KPTS, that they obviously thought the other one is an attractive man and remembered each other all of these years, that Mile watched Apo's shows, that they re-connected at the auditions and seem to have been inseparable since, for over 2.5 years now, that they fought together for KPTS to be made and then gave us on screen an astounding love story, that they chose to go on working together on their next projects, including the upcoming queer film Man Suang, and continue to hang out even outside of their busy schedule together) brings us to what is most meaningful to me about them. Whether their bond is romantic or platonic, it's clearly so deep that I wouldn't hesitate to call them soulmates. They love and care for each other, support one another, and I think they healed each other in ways that make me feel soft and happy to know that such love exists in the world. So I'm going to continue rooting for them, and possibly joke about it like I know that they're a couple, because in a very profound sense of the word, even if it's not romantic, they are.
This was probably way too long, my apologies. Okay, have a Mileapo being in sync gif just to make it a bit better...
Have a good day! As always, my ask tag. xoxox
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Can we start a discussion? When it comes to Teen Wolf & Shipping. Do you know of any other age difference ships that don't get as much pushback that Sterek does? Such as Marrish, Because despite the antis complaining against it it's still in the top 3 ships of all time.
haha so we've chosen violence this morning.
@dear-massacre and i have brought this up before.
teen wolf is not the show to be watching if you're looking for "unproblematic" content. age gap ships have always been like at the bottom of issues with the show lol.
sterek is the ship that has always gotten the most push back. mostly because of it's exposure and the way the show queerbaited the fuck outta it. it's the one most people are aware of even if they haven't watched the show. therefore, it's the one that gets the focus.
hold on to your butts.
now i didn't watch s5 till the show had ended but people did find the age gap concerning and gross between jordan and lydia despite lydia being 18 at the time.
lydia turned 18 in season 4. natalie and her discuss this at the lake house i believe in time of death. this makes the birthday we see for lydia in party guessed her 17th birthday.
parrish tells jared in riddled that he's 24. by the time of 5a which takes place during the first semester of lydia's senior year 2012 she would've still been 18 and he would've been 25 because 3b was the first semester of their junior year 2011 so 5a is a year later.
jordan and lydia have a 7 year difference. while their age gap is concerning because of the power dynamics jordan wasn't grooming her and it wasn't illegal. i think the writing shifted to try to imply that they were drawn to each other because of the banshee and hellhound connection.
jordan giving those andy dwyer vibes.
now let's take a look at thiam. a pretty popular and accepted ship.
theo is the same age as our core characters. he is in their grade and knew them when he was young.
our baby beta liam was a freshman when he was introduced so that makes him a sophomore when theo is introduced in 5a.
by the time theo and liam become frenemies the age difference between them is basically the original age difference from the pilot presentation script as derek and stiles.
aiden and ethan were both romantically and sexually involved with lydia and danny in season 3 despite making it clear they were only pretending to be high schoolers. they may have been in their early 20s but they were adults fucking minors by deception.
danny's whole dating history is suspect too due to it being implied he had an older boyfriend and he was seen going to a gay club. like what. he's supposed to be the same age as our core gang. he did have a mild thing for matt though who was at least a peer.
there's also harris being shown to be at the rave with a much younger woman (21 he says). like bruh. this is never addressed.
mason and corey. liam and hayden. stiles and malia. lydia and jackson. allison and isaac. scott and allison. lydia and stiles. scott and kira. paige and derek.
those are all age appropriate actual canon relationships. i would also add derek and braeden too.
no one gives one episode wonder heather shit about kissing stiles nonconsensually either.
derek's age is never canonically given but like c'mon. in s1 he doesn't act that much older than scott and stiles. he acts like their peer.
jeff and the writers did age him up a bit because they realized they made derek 13 when he was involved with kate. they were uncomfortable with him that young and instead pushed it up to near 16. (still fucked).
i've seen it discussed on the subreddit (🤮) and people seem to deluded themselves into thinking derek was older when he and kate were involved. ding dong they are wrong.
visionary tells us plainly that derek and paige were sophomores (hello scott parallels) and kate got her nasty hands on him not long after paige died.
i think after sterek the most discussed age gap issue discussed is derek's seduction/enticement of erica. it was definitely out of pocket and questionable behavior on his part but it is rarely brought up by the antis that erica jumped him and kissed him nonconsensually later. or the manipulation and rape by deception jennifer commits.
notice a theme? people age up derek to try to say what kate did wasn't grooming and statutory rape and deny that what jennifer did was also rape. they'll deny derek any and all victimhood while turning it around on him calling him an abuser towards stiles and basically calling him a pedophile because of the sterek ship. antis really want to make a canonical victim of multiple instances of sexual abuse into the abuser.
or worse they'll call real life people these things over a fictional ship.
where have i heard this kind of narrative before i wonder? 🙄
besides, derek only does the steering wheel thing in retaliation for stiles using his body as enticement for danny without his permission. stiles is the one who did the bad thing and crossed a boundary. it's not nice or really acceptable for derek to harm stiles like that but there's context to the action. it wasn't random. it was pointed. he never does anything like this again and in fact spends a vast majority of his time trying to protect stiles.
nothing sexual or even overtly romantic occurred between derek and stiles in canon. their only crime was having too much chemistry.
the antis are mad because people ship sterek and it's not even canon. it's all fanon. sure i'm of the belief a deep connection and attraction is there between them but it's all subtextual and never acted on by either party.
let me reiterate this: antis are mad over a hypothetical ship of two fictional characters that never happened in the source material.
besides, by the time the show ends and i mean the last, last scene there's been a 2 year time jump. when the show ends it's 2015. stiles would've been 20 fucking years old and by the time of the movie he's in his 30s.
i think by then he'd be allowed to ride derek's dick off into the sunset if he wanted.
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What was your favourite part?
Pairing: Caregiver! Stucky x Little! Reader
Summary: After a trip out with your family and caregivers goes wrong they comfort you.
Warnings: A little bit of bad language (nothing too bad just the word 'hell' I believe), family being mean. nicknames (sweetheart, Stevie, Buck), Stimmimg.
Please tell me if I'm missing anything!!!
(Gender neutral reader)
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Despite living in the Compound with the Avengers, your (birth) family had been planning q trip for weeks, you were all supposed to go to the cinema. Christmas was right around the corner and the cinema had decided to show Nightmare Before Christmas. Originally it was supposed to be you, your two brothers your mum and her boyfriend however you had asked repeatedly if Steve and Bucky could come along. It took a lot of persuading however after explaining that she had her boyfriend and the two boys would talk and hang out which would leave you on your own she finally agreed.
So Steve and Bucky bought their own tickets and joined the group. (Now being You, Steve, Bucky, Your 2 brother, your Mum and her boyfriend.)
You traveled with your family while your boyfriends (and caregivers) traveled themselves - Your two separate groups would meet up outside the cinema and go to your seats from there.
The car ride was full of yelling and had stressed you out but after a long 25 minutes drive you finally arrived at the cinema.
You ran into Bucky and Steve's arms who were waiting for you. Once everyone was ready woth drinks and snacks the group made its way into the cinema to find their seats.
The seeting arrangement went your Mum's boyfriend on the end, your Mum, yours youngest brother, your other brother, you, Bucky and Steve.
As the lights went dim qnd the movie began to play you took your bunny teddy (that you decided to bring last minute) out from your bag and placed her on your lap, making sure she could see the screen.
The movie started playing and as it went on and each song played you began to slip further and further into little space. You were currently at the part of the movie where Lock, Shock and Barrel went to kidnap santa. Kidnap the Sandy Claws began to play amd you had begun to stim. You tapped your hand against your leg to the beat of the song. About half way through the song you felt a harsh tap on the left arm, you looked over to your brother who had tapped you who was now copying you while laughing.
"What are you doing?" He asked whilst still laughing.
"Oh- nothing.." you mumbled quietly trying to get his attention off of you and back onto the movie. Looking to your mum for help you saw her also laughing whilst copying you.
You looked back at the screen, cheeks flushed from embarrassment. Of course you had to be the one to do something that wasn't 'normal'. Unbeknownst to you both Bucky and Steve had seen the interaction and your reaction to it.
The movie had finished qnd you guys now left the cinema. Your brothers and mums boyfriend went to the bathroom whilst you waited woth your mum, assuming that the two of you were holding drinks and then swapping so the two of you could go to the bathroom afterwards. When the boys came back everyone began to leave.
"M-mum.. I still need the toilet..?" You said to her quietly.
"Well then why the hell have you been standing out here for?! Go to the bathroom. Quickly." She answered back.
You quickly went to go to the bathroom. You looked for a sign that said what bathroom was what gender but couldn't find one. You were now getting stressed qnd just walked into a random one hoping you wouldn't get in trouble. Noone ended up being in there so you went to the toilet and then left.
"Was there a reason there wasn't any gender signs for those bathrooms" I asked cautiously to my mum.
"They had signs. Qbove the door." She said.
"...no the didn't??"
"Yes. They did. I went in them earlier and I can't tell you there were signs."
"I couldn't see any..."
"Even your 7 year old brother saw the signs. How did you miss is?!"
"..I don't know.. "
"For God's sakes"
She laughed again. Why did she keep laughing at you..?
As you guys began walking to the cars your mum looked at you. "What was your favourite part about the movie?"
"T-the animation..?"
She hummed approvingly before Steve turned towards her. "Were going now" You went with Steve and Bucky towards their car as your family went the other way towards their own.
"So sweetheart, what was really your favourite part of the movie?" Steve asked you quietly.
The nickname was enough to send you fully into little space, responding with "Lock, Shock and Barrel!!!"
The two of them chuckled at your response and helped you get buckled into the car before getting in themselves.
As Bucky took the wheel, Steve put on a CD and soon songs from Nightmare Before Christmas began to play loudly.
"Fank you Stevie, Fank you Buck" you mumbled before simling and falling asleep.
Even when things went wrong your caregivers always knew what to do to make you smile.
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Thank you for taking the jealousy topic up like this, because holy hell it's wild how much people still believe every frown, blank face or natural resting bitch face means jealousy.
Maybe that were just freaking exhausted after dancing and singing their asses off for a full 40 minutes straight and didn't feel like putting up a fake face in front of a camera they didn't even know would catch them. Or they had a bad day or a stomach ache, or maybe the situation might just be taken out of context and/or shown zoomed in, in slow motion and without subtitles. Like the one where JK had his arm around Jimin's shoulders until Tae looked at him. But it just turned out they were all pissed because of a bad performance on a slippery stage (and JK made a mistake).
If they have been in a relationship since 2015/2016/2017 or whatever and also spent 10 years with the other members, something would be seriously wrong, if they didn't trust eachother (and themselves) and their co-members enough to give a back hug or a neck massage. They ALL do crazier shit to each other on a daily basis. Come on!
And I REALLY don't understand why this trope has been romanticized so much that it for some other ships sometimes feel like the only argument they have for their relationship to be "real". If that's what a 7 year long love relationship is build upon, something is seriously wrong with it.
Anyways... Rant over.
Thank you! For saying it as it is, as always 😂💜
LOL well the thanks can really go towards @yareadyfreddie for asking the original question over this topic. It's something I've talked about before in relation specifically to jikook, as per my reblogs, but yes. It's a narrative that is always too much and I wish would just go away.
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Yan! Pepa and Julieta x fem! reader. The two sister's confess to the reader, But the reader rejects them and tells them that she doesn't love them. Then the reader try's to leave but the sisters won't let her, But y/n ends up getting out of their grasp and runs but sadly fails. And the two sisters catch the reader, Then punish's them? (Sorry if you're not comfortable with this, if you're not, don't do it!" )
YANDERE! PEPA MADRIGAL
YANDERE! JULIETA MADRIGAL
Yandere! Pepa Madrigal x Female! Reader x Yandere! Julieta Madrigal
Encanto
Genre: Dark romance
Pronouns she/her
Status: Oneshot
Author's note: Hi!! Sorry for taking so long to answer this. I was currently working on another request when you posted posted your request. I waited until Thursday to write this, and hope you enjoy.
Note: The original punishment could've been worse but I changed it to not make them seem to cruel.
"Why do you wanna escape so badly?"
You are Y/N L/N. You're 19 years old and a curious woman. You always loved studying everything to satisfy your curiosity. Everything was interesting, and you wanted to know everything.
You also liked meeting new people, well you liked meeting women. You're a lesbian. At first, you were in denial. You tried dating a few guys before but it never worked out.
The reason you found out you were a lesbian was when you met Carmen. She was majestic. Everything about her was perfect, sadly it didn't work 'cause turns out.. She was straight.
But thanks to her, you finally knew what your sexuality was.
Pepa Madrigal is part of the famous Madrigal family. She's the middle sibling. Her gift is controlling the weather with her emotions. Which to you, was cool and a curse at the same time.
Even though you two don't talk much, she was an amazing woman. You liked studying about her and her gift. Sometimes you help her with it. You also liked her hair. She's so pretty.
Julieta Madrigal is also part of the Madrigal. She's the eldest sibling, She is also considered as Alma's favorite. Her gift is healing someone with her food. You wished you had her gift.
You remembered having lots of injuries because you defended your crush. She insisted on going to Julieta, so you did. You met Julieta and you two had a small chat.
Having a conversation with her was entertaining. She was so interesting. Sure, you don't meet her daily but you and her talk on a weekly basis.
You always praised her, unknowingly making her flustered all the time.
You didn't notice the love in their eyes because you were too interested in your crush.
♡
Julieta Madrigal and Pepa Madrigal had a crush on you. Shocking, right? Imagine having two Madrigal sisters liking you, it must be a blessing.
Julieta liked you because of how curious you were. You loved knowing new things, everything was interesting to you. Whenever she had a conversation with you, she was always hooked and entertained.
She loved talking to you. She was excited to talk to you. If only Alma didn't need her all the time, she would've been with you 24/7. She always dreamed of spending a month with you. Just the two of you.
Pepa Madrigal loved how you helped her with her emotions. You always calmed her down. You even tried to tell her that she should embrace her gift. She does what you say, but with Alma wanting for her to be perfect it was hard.
You were always there for her. No matter how rude she was to you, you would stay by her side. You never insulted her, you never hated her, you never give her judgemental looks. You always supported her.
The two never knew that each of them liked Y/N. This was the day they will know. I wonder how they'll react.
Julieta was always writing love letters for you, but she always hides it, fearing how Alma will react. However she wasn't ready to show you before but this week she was ready to tell you how she feels.
Should she send anonymous love letters to you for a month and then reveal herself? Maybe. Or should she directly tell you? Maybe.
"Julieta! Come down, right now!"
"Okay, Mamá!" She immediately left her room forgetting to close her love letter and her door.
But Pepa, on the other hand, likes to have a shrine of you. Like pictures of you, maybe some items she stole from you, or a note on a certain item for her to remember how she got it.
She was too scared to tell you how she felt. She was afraid of rejection. She wanted you to tell her that you liked her. But if it comes to it, she'll probably confess to you if she feels confident enough.
Pepa came out of the bathroom. "Julieta, have you seen my hairbrush?" She waited for an answer but she didn't receive any.
She sighed and saw that Julieta's door was open. Maybe it was there? She went inside and tried to find her hairbrush.
Julieta finally did the tasks Alma gave her, except one. Which was finding Pepa. She climbed upstairs and went to Pepa's room.
Pepa saw a letter on Julieta's desk.
Julieta saw a small cabinet-like beside Pepa's bed.
It wouldn't hurt to look right?
Pepa walked closer to Julieta's desk,
Julieta walked closer to it,
Pepa took the letter and read it.
Julieta opened it and saw what was inside.
They both gasped.
Julieta wrote a love letter for Y/N!
Pepa had a shrine of Y/N!
Does that mean Pepa/Julieta likes Y/N?
Both of them were shocked.
Pepa closed her eyes and put down the letter then went outside of Julieta's room.
Julieta sighed and closed the shrine, also going outside of Pepa's room.
Then they both bumped into each other.
They looked each other in the eye, and blurted something out without thinking twice,
"We need to talk!"
Julieta took Pepa to the bathroom and closed the door.
"You like Y/N?" Julieta asked her.
"Well.. Maybe? Um, do you like Y/N?" She replied.
Julieta closed her eyes and sighed.
"Yes, I do."
They looked at each other. Then Julieta had a brilliant idea. She then whispered something to Pepa.
"Well then?" Julieta took out her right hand for Pepa to shake.
"Deal." She shook Julieta's hand.
They decided to share you. What's the harm in that, Right?
♡
It was finally the day. The day they confess to you.
The plan was to spend time with you, 'cause they found out that quality time was your love language.
So maybe, if they spend lots of time with you and make you entertained you'll probably gain a crush on them.
After that Julieta will send you a letter to meet them at a certain place.
Y/N'S POV:
I received a letter at my doorstep. I looked around to see if anyone was nearby, but to my dismay there was no one.
I picked up the letter.
My dearest, Y/N
I have been admiring you ever since we met. Then, after a few months of admiring you, we have realized we fell in love with you. If you wish to know who we are meet us at the Caño Cristales.
Love,
Your Secret admirers.
I finished reading the letters then a lot of questions filled my mind.
Who sent this letter?
Were they a girl or a boy?
Admirers? I have multiple people who like me?
Do they want a polyamorous relationship or do I have to choose? I mean I don't mind having a poly relationship with someone, who knows, it might be a great experience.
I folded the paper and placed it in my pocket.
I went to the location they mentioned. When I finally got there I saw a familiar ginger hair and a familiar Tiffany blue dress.
"Are you sure? What if they don't come? Or what if they reject us?"
"I'm sure it will be fine."
Wait a second.. Their voices are really familiar.
"Ahem?"
The girls turned around. It was Julieta and Pepa Madrigal!
"Oh, ho-Hola, Y/N."
"Buenas Tardes, Y/N! [Good afternoon, Y/N!]"
"Hola, Pepa. Hola, Julieta. So, I'll assume you two sent the letter?"
"Si!" Julieta smiled at you.
I felt myself sweating. How do I tell them that I don't like them the same way?
"So.. Me and Pepa had a crush on you for the past few months. We really liked you. We wanted to be with you for so long but we couldn't stand the thought of you not being with us..-"
I stopped listening. I hated this. I feel bad for them. But the thought of them wanting to be with them made me sick. I only see them as friends.
"/N..? Y/N?"
"Yes!"
"So, what's your answer?"
"I'm sorry, Julieta. I'm sorry, Pepa. But I don't feel the same. I only see you two as my friends. But I appreciate that you two had the confidence to confess!"
Then I heard thunder and rain. It was Pepa. "Clear skies.. Clear skies.."
I also noticed Julieta had an upset look.
I walked away from them then ran home. I laid down on my bed and sighed. I'll just forget this day ever happened. Then I felt my eyes close then the darkness surrounded me.
3rd person pov:
Julieta and Pepa couldn't sleep. They missed Y/N. They couldn't believe she rejected them. Sadly the plan failed.
While Julieta was staring at the ceiling she thought of an idea. She sat up and gasped. "I should tell Pepa!" She whispered.
She changed her clothes and went inside Pepa's room. She walked close to her bed and tapped her shoulder. "Pepa! Pepa!"
"What now, Julieta?" Pepa sat up and looked annoyed.
"I have a plan!"
Pepa groans. "Let's just give up, Julieta. She doesn't like us. What's the point anyway?" Pepa then laid down.
Julieta sighed and smirked. "Well then. Hope you'll enjoy seeing me and Y/N happy together for the rest of your life."
She then heard thunder. "What did you say?"
"Well?"
"Fine. What is it?"
Y/N's POV:
I then woke up but I felt something restricting my hands and feet from moving. Also I felt something cover my eyes and my mouth. Am I kidnapped?
I then started to struggle. "Sshh. Stop struggling mi vida. You'll only hurt yourself."
She took off the blindfold and the cloth that covered my mouth. "What the hell are you doing?"
"We are doing this for your own good."
You wanna guess who kidnapped me? If you guessed Pepa and Julieta Madrigal, you're correct.
What the hell is gonna happen to me?
♡
Every night the sisters would always make you be with one of them but on Sundays, they would share you. For the first 3 days, Julieta made you stay with her. For the next 3 days, Pepa made you stay with her.
Surprisingly, Alma and Bruno doesn't know this yet. If they did, the sisters would be punished, any of them didn't want that so they kept being secretive and kept making excuses.
Even though you despised them for kidnapping you, being with them was hell and fun at the same time.
Y/N's POV:
I woke up at Julieta's bed. I saw her cooking. I moved a bit to see what she was cooking. She was cooking Arepas con Queso. Oh, of course she knew what my favorite food was.
She placed the Arepas con Queso on the tray and walked towards me. "Do you wanna have breakfast in bed or not?" She asked me with a smile. Gosh, she looked so pretty.
I glared at her and took the tray. I then started to eat. She chuckled and sat beside me. I then stopped eating and looked her in the eye. "Why are you doing this?"
"Huh? Do what?"
"Kidnap me. What do you gain from this?"
She then paused then smiled, keeping her composure. "Because.. Because I love you. I couldn't bear the thought that you'd be with someone else."
"What about Pepa? Did you force her to do this with you?"
"Oh, no. Mi amor, She agreed to do this with me."
"So, she likes me too?"
"Didn't I mention that already in my-.. Our confession?"
"No, well, I don't think so. I didn't really listen much."
Julieta looked at me and held my hand.
I sighed. "You know what? Since I'll just stay here for the rest of my life, entertain me."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Entertain me. Don't keep me bored. Just talk to me or do whatever you want, just don't make me bored. Okay?"
She smirked. "Okay." Her eyes then widened. "The people!" She whispered.
"What?" I asked her.
"I have to cook! Well, uhm, do you want to talk while I cook or do you want to help me and talk at the same time?"
"The second one."
She nodded and stood up. I also stood up. She took the ingredients and placed it on the table.
"So.. Why do you like me?" I look at her while doing the instructions she placed on the table.
"I liked- No, I loved how curious you are. You were so interesting. You loved studying, either history, science or any other subjects or studying people's behavior. You were.. Words couldn't explain how spectacular you are!"
I noticed the passion in Julieta's eyes while talking about you. Which to me, was weird. How does a person have passion for how they love someone? I didn't understand it.
I wouldn't understand it even though I had a crush on Carmen, but there is a difference between liking someone and loving someone.
I sighed, I'll never understand love.
"Why don't you like me?" She asked.
"Do you know Carmen?"
"Carmen Grove?"
"Yeah. I had a crush on her. And when you and Pepa confessed to me, I haven't moved on yet. I still couldn't bear the fact Carmen is straight."
Julieta looks at me.
"If I met you or Pepa first, I would've liked you first."
She blushes. "Well, how can you say that?"
"You're my type. Calm, smart, good at cooking, caring, and did I mention pretty?"
"You- You think I'm pretty?"
"Who doesn't? Besides, the way you always care for your family more than yourself is so admirable. Having a conversation with you is really fun, if I didn't have so many things to do, I would talk to you all day. You would definitely be a good girlfriend."
"You think so?"
"Everyone in the world does."
She giggles. She then moved closer to me and leaned her head to my shoulder.
If only she didn't kidnap me, I would've kissed her right now.
♡
3rd person POV:
You were gonna be with Pepa today. You woke up on Pepa's bed to see her walking back and forth with some rain coming out of her cloud.
"Pepa?" You called her.
She flinched and looked at you. She smiled at you awkwardly and waved. "b-Buenos días, Y/N! Cómo estás? [Good morning, Y/N! How are you?] " She stutters. She's probably nervous.
"Buenos dias. Estoy bien. [Good morning. I'm Good.]" You answered. "Are you alright? You've been pacing and you're.. Dripping? Do you need a towel?"
"I- I'm alright. Mama's been stressing me out." She smiled.
"Pepa! Get down here!" Alma called.
She sighed and tried to stop the cloud from appearing. "I gotta go. Bye!" She ran outside of her room.
When she left you decided to explore her room. You stood up and walked around her room. You saw a small cabinet-like thing.
You opened it to see a lot of pictures of you and your personal items. You gasped and covered your mouth. You immediately closed it.
You sighed and carried on. Then you saw a book, it was titled "Mood board". Oh, you remembered this, you created a lot of these and also gave this to her.
Should you open it? But what about her privacy? Actually, screw her privacy. She literally kidnapped you, no need to act nice. You opened it and started reading.
Mood board,
I love Y/N. She was so nice to me, unlike mama. I hope she feels the same. I want her to be mine. I want her to be with me. I want her to stay with me. Is it selfish to think that? To be honest, I'm jealous of Julieta. She always gets Y/N's attention which annoys me soo much. I'll try to get her attention tomorrow.
I also noticed little doodles of me and her together which were actually cute. Then I heard the door open. I panicked and immediately closed the book.
I noticed thunder above her head and she looked mad. She groaned and sat down at the bed beside me.
I felt bad for her. I then put my hand on her back to reassure her. I wonder if there were waterproof clothes for her. She needs it. "Are you alright?"
"I hate mama! She's so annoying! she always complains about my gift, I can't do anything about it so what does she want me to do? I swear she literally wants me to smile all the time. She's invalidating my emotions!"
My eyes widened. Oh. Alma seems like a bad mother.
"Just ignore her. Don't force yourself to always be happy. Emotions are a part of the human body. Don't even try to bottle your feelings. ''There is some evidence that bottling up your emotions can lead to physical stress on the body. The stress caused to the body can lead to increased diabetes and heart disease risks. Other effects can be memory difficulties.” "
She looks at me with disbelief.
"I- I read it. In a book." I smile awkwardly.
She sighs and cuddles me. "Thank you for that information but I think I just need your warmth." She then moves towards me and hugs me.
Since I didn't know what to do I hugged her back.
♡
You couldn't bear staying in the Casita. Seeing Julieta's and Pepa's room for a month was so annoying. You couldn't stand seeing them. They should give you an oscar for acting so nice to them. You wanted to escape so badly.
The problem was Casa Madrigal or The Casita. It had a mind of its own. If you even took a step away from their rooms, you would be dead. How does a house even take sides? Then again the Encanto is full of miracles.
Thankfully, Carmen taught you all about escaping and endurance. But how do you escape a house full of people with magic powers? Maybe, blow out the candle? Hmm, the candle is magic, can it be blown out easily?
The only time you had time alone to yourself was when Pepa and Julieta were having Breakfast, Lunch, and dinner. You might be thinking, what about when they were helping people? They bring you with them. So, you'll wait for Lunch time since they'll finish Breakfast quickly.
You never knew time was so slow, but you need to be patient or they'll see through you.
Julieta was braiding your hair when Alma called her. "I gotta go. I want you to stay here, alright?" She warned you. You nodded, acting as if you didn't plan on escaping.
She went outside and closed the door. After a minute of waiting, you stood up and walked to her window. It was locked. It would be hard with the way it was designed but how could Julieta be so stupid to not even barricade the window?
Whatever, her being stupid is not your fault. After 10 minutes you finally unlocked it. You then heard footsteps. You panicked and immediately jumped down. Your knees hurt but you had to leave now. You never ran so fast even the cameraman couldn't catch up.
You obviously went to Carmen's house, if you went to your house they would instantly kidnap you again. You knocked and thankfully Carmen opened the door so fast. "Y/N? Why are you panting? Also where have you been? I missed you!"
"Can... Can I stay at your place? Please?"
She looked at you and agreed. You went inside and sat down at the table. You sighed in relief. Carmen sat down at the table and intertwined her fingers with yours. "Y/N?" She whispered to you. "We need to talk." She looked at you, worried.
"Okay, fine. But, I'll warn you that you might think I'm crazy."
timeskip
You two slept in Carmen's bed, much to her boyfriend's dismay. You never felt so calm but you were still scared of them, scared they might kidnap you. But they don't know where Carmen's house is, right?
Whatever, you need to relax.
Y/N's POV:
I woke up. I was expecting to see Carmen or her ceiling. The only thing I saw were clouds, but it looked familiar. I sat up to see the clouds in Pepa's room and saw them.
I gasped.
"We're very disappointed in you, mi amor." Julieta looked mad and I noticed Pepa had a thunder above her head.
"Looks like we were too nice to you. From now on, we'll be extra strict to you from now on." She smirked. Pepa pulled out a cloth and used it to cover my mouth. She kissed my cheek.
Julieta took out a cuff and cuffed my ankles to Pepa's bed. I panicked but I couldn't say anything thanks to the cloth. "Since you escaped from us, your punishment will be.. Hmm.. How about only drinking water for a week with no food." She smirked.
I was scared but helpless. I would rather die than stay with them. She stood up. Julieta and Pepa left me alone in the room, helpless.
What have I done to deserve this?
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This Week In BL - Cute Kisses, I’m Dropping Shows & Korea Is Getting into the Sequel Game Big Time
Aug 2022 Wk 1
Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.
Ongoing Series - Thai
Vice Versa (Sat on YT) Ep 4 of 12 - Despite the fact that I like all of the actors, I’m not particularly interested in the friendship group around the script writing aspect. It’s giving me Theory of Love vibes. And you know I am not a fan of that BL. I knew the quote right away. PRAISE ME! Turns out I have 130 IQ entirely wasted on cheesy dialogue from GMMTV shows. I wish they would challenge me by dropping a quote from something a bit more obscure. I really am growing to enjoy the teasing dynamic of the leads. Also, the fact that there’s no clear seme/uke. This is what I wanted Enchante to be! I also find the “writing on each other” habit quite cute. Nice couple language invention. Jimmy’s confident gay is giving me life, nice to see this archetype in a main pair from GMMTV. That said, the pacing concerns me. Ep 4 is awful early for a kiss.
21 Days Theory (Sun YT ) Ep 1 of 8 - high school BL pulp, high angst, messy, cheating?, and a secret crush. Okay this explains something: I was wondering where my favorite character from the En of Love: Love Mechanics (James) went. The actor is leading out this BL as the seme, X! All cards on the table? I REALLY like this one. Way more than I expected. It reminds me of Blueming crossed with Make it Right (never forget I’m the world’s foremost Make It Right apologist, and the lead even looks a little like Fuse). Why do I like it? 1. GAY UNCLE character!!! We almost never get gay fam from Thailand. This makes me so happy. 2. Boys in blue shorts are back! 3. Seme is already pining, uke is tsundere but with reason. So plot? Our uke is a pretty boy who always comes in second and his nerd & jock (also from EoL) besties. There’s some plot to do with an influencer and possible side NOONA romance. Honestly, I couldn’t ask for more!
Coffee Melody (Mon Viki) Ep 3 of 10 - I love a smile kiss. I like how very out and very gay Yi is, with his family and in life. It’s pleasing to see in a BL of any kind. This is very much a slow moving pulp just with higher than expected production values. Jean & Nuea are cute. Nuea better be nice to my baby flame. Frankly, I’m slowly falling in love with the entire coffee shop family. I couldn’t care less about the band, but of course I couldn’t care less about a band.
Love Mechanics (Sun WeTV) Ep 7 of 10 - When they are together as a couple, VeeMark are a GREAT couple, like FighterTutor level, only slightly less sappy. But the rest of time is just messy. For the record, Vee: I entirely support you stopping Mark’s singing with kisses! All singing should be stopped with kisses forthwith. And now, the break up: Honestly I would’ve done exactly what Mark did. I do not think it’s victim blaming. Vee knew all Ploy‘s tricks. They were together for a long time. He would’ve been able to predict her behavior and should’ve backed away from her and put space between them. Also he could just shake her off, girl or not. I’m with Mark on this one, dump his ass.
Unforgotten Night (Weds on GaGa) Ep 7 of 12 - I like the episode this week. The main couple spent most of it apart which contributed greatly to my enjoyment. TRASH WATCH IS HERE!
Check Out (Sat IQIYI) Ep 9 of 12 - their chemistry is quite good. Yep, that’s it.
My Secret Love (Sat YT) Ep 10 of 12 - Do you know what the worst thing about this show is? The fact that this wasn’t the final episode like I had originally thought? Well, yes. But also, not only is the chemistry between most of the couples really off (and the lead pair is terrible) but the chemistry of the friendship groups is off too. Normally, Thailand can handle friendship groups well. But these two different groups? I don’t believe they’re friends at all. I’m happy that TimMai got resolved, but I’m still on Pete’s side. I don’t think Tim had any right to punch him. They were both drunk.
Even Sun (Wed iQIYI) Ep 6fin - It’s the finale and it’s still extremely boring. I will probably forget about this show in about 5 minutes. Shame they squandered BouPrem on a shoddy script. 5/10 ONLY WATCH IF YOU HAVE NO LIFE
(that tiny smile!)
Ongoing Series - Not Thai
Minato Shouji Coin Laundry (Japan Weds GaGa) Ep 6 - I love this so so damn much, but thank heavens Shin turns 18 next episode. SQUEE WATCH ALONG
Want to See You (Vietnam YT) Ep 11 - I’m pretty sure when they sub “childless” they actually mean “sterile.” There was a lot of domesticity flashback memories and some pining. Basically Vietnam’s limp version of a classic Ep 11 of DOOM! or should that be “doom” (said in kawaii voice)?
Senpai, Danjite Koidewa! (Japan Fri Viki) Ep 7 - Japan holding down Frigay these days with this one show, although Eclipse starts next week, (thank fuck, because this one sure isn’t doing it for me). I’m now getting used the POV switch to the seme in the penultimate episode. It’s OK I guess? In general, I think this one is just a little too much cringe for me without enough kawaii to balance it out. I’m not invested enough in the characters to even get embarrassed for them. That’s a bad sign.
In Case You Missed It
I posted a top 10 list of the softest sweetest BLs.
On Cloud Nine (Sat YouTube) Ep 1 of 6 - a country-set atmospheric series from MindTrio. Oh I don’t like it. It’s very like Calculating Love (also dropped), or The Moment, like those early Star Hunter offerings. I don’t need this kind of pulp in my life anymore, there’s plenty of Thai BL to go around. This was an easy DNF. As opposed to...
War of Y (Tues AISPLY) Ep 1 of 20 (seriously?!) started airing. Here’s my initial thoughts and what I’m gonna do about it. Cheewin’s nonsense (starring the boys from Y-Destiny and SCOY) is better than any of us have a right to expect but I don’t... like it. And I don’t like it for the same reason I don’t like rockstar romances... celebrities (and their people) are assholes. This show features a bunch of actors behaving like actors, managers behaving like managers, all of them predators or victims or both. I’ve dropped before for less (Call It What You Want) and I’ll drop again. Then again I loved Lovely Writer - but I think that’s because Sib is meant to be a sinister dick who’s only an actor because it gets him closer to Gene, and I like that approach. War of Y is just a collection of fragile egos easily traumatized by their own desires (and the needs/demands of others) - it’s brutal to watch. BillySeng are killing it, but.... it hurts, and not in a good way. I’m going to save it and binge all at once when I am feeling bored and resilient. So WoY has been removed from my watch rotation for the time being. Sorry.
Meanwhile, deep cut callback old timers, anyone else reminded of the original PerthSaint Twitter crash with WoY’s casting couch bit on ep 1? Just me?)
So that’s 2 BLs dropped by me this week. I’m feeling mean, apparently.
Japan’s Takara-kun to Amagi-kun released a teaser (no subs, on FB), premieres Aug 18 on MBS (taking over Senpai's time slot) not sure on international. But hoping for Viki again.
Looking very aesthetically high school KBL there, Japan. Never say you’re selling out?
Gossip
THAILAND
Thailand announced a new BL, Roommate the series. Looks like it may have a BL and a GL plot. That’s it, that’s all I got.
Thai BL Ai Long Nhai from Mflow Entertainment premieres September 26 on Ch3Thailand (no word on international). About a man expelled from foreign university who returns to Thai uni in disgrace and meets A Boy. Adapted from a Y-novel, stars Porsche (Together with Me) & Arm - who are IRL husbands.
KOREA
Apparently Korea is planning a remake of Why R U? which I find absolutely hilarious. I mean if Korea remakes it, we lose all the sexy and then would we have a story? No we would not. It’d be like one of those mesh shopping bags.
Studio Yanggwibi (Korea) has announced casting for 2023′s Love Class 2 AKA Love Class Season 2 (filming starts November). I’m assuming this is a whole new pairing based on the same ”love class” premise (which was badly underused in the first installment). So It could also be GL or het. I liked Love Class more than many and I’m intrigued by this approach to a BL series.
Speaking of Korea doing strange things, Kim Ji Woong & Yoon Seo Bin of Kissable Lips continue to co-brand (I’m gonna call them KissableLips henceforth). IMHO they are the first Korean BL pair to co-brand to this extent - continuing social media activities long after their series ended. They are officially slated for a new series as a pair (not a sequel): Circumstances of Pungdeok Villa Room 304 from Idol Romance. “A happy-go-lucky third-generation chaebol receives an ultimatum from daddy to: 1. Leave the house penniless and survive for 2 years; and 2. Achieve results as team leader in a new business venture. The owner of the villa he lands in ignores and disregards him. However, it turns out they work in the same company.” Let the cohabitation office drama commence. I like them a lot and am pleased to see them get another drama.
Next Week Looks Like This:
While Saturgay remains the gayest, Frigay is back: Senpai finishes its run but SantaEarth’s My Only 12% starts in iQIYI and so does The Eclipse (my top pick from GMMTV’s 2022 line up) on YouTube. Also Papa & Daddy 2 starts tomorrow on GaGa.
I have a list of all the BLs coming in August here.
This week’s best moments?
I am weak for these two. Thank you for the gratuitous shower scene Love Mechanics. You’re rewarded by being added to the trope record.
I love a cameo of one BL in another. This is Coffee Melody referencing Second Chance.
Oh he’s so fucking cute.
Do we think this Princess Bride reference intentional? (Vice Versa)
Not much karma there, boys. (My Secret Love)
Blue shorts are back, 21 Days Theory.
(last week)
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I finished the two Final Fantasy 7 remake games, finally. They've been the only entertainment I've been "consuming" since February, besides Chopped on Hulu or whatever movies I might've seen in theaters during that time, and I'd probably still be playing for another month if I didn't get sick and wasn't inclined to move around much for the last couple weeks. They ask for a lot of hours for those games, maybe unethically so (it seems wrong to me, but).
It's just kind of inexplicable. The new game is maybe the biggest game I've ever seen, in terms of geography and detail-- it sure constantly feels like they sunk some money into it. Every small town in that game is one of the best small towns I've seen in a game-- there's a rich level of detail (two girls fighting over a boy in one town, one girl hitting on another in a different town, all sorts of life in the background)-- but ... like, it's unclear to me why that's how they spent their budget, I guess. Or if they had a budget because everything in the game is "More" like that. There's six characters each with their own playstyles, move sets, strengths, weaknesses, that you can use in any fight and then modify on top of that and...? That alone, figuring out a way to make that work, must've taken serious manpower...
But it's to tell a story that I feel is pretty confusing if you haven't played the original game 30 years ago. The original game tells a pretty simple, straightforward story, and this one is just... riffing on it, and taking everything, and turning it into a AAAA blockbuster. And kind of losing ... losing the story that worked to begin with in the proess!
And there's a whole layer of ... the first game has content that suggests it's about the original Final Fantasy 7 characters battling back fan expectations for the remake, while the second game is... just sort of inexplicable. Because it wasn't-- it's trying to hit the same emotional note as made the first game so successful, but then it's trying to also refuse to hit that note, and then it's layering everything under a blanket of gobbledygook. I could not tell you what they were trying to accomplish here.
I don't ... I don't know what would have been wrong with just doing FF7 with a bigger budget. Because the stuff that really works is just getting to hang out with Barrett and Tifa and your videogame pals, not this weird multiverse thing they try to add into that. I don't know that it needs blockbuster sequence after blockbuster sequence. Especially because a lot of stuff in FF7 hasn't aged as well as those parts-- e.g. the robot cat, a character which I 10000% did not remember from the original at all.
And the game is not well balanced at all, as a result of how much game there is. The difficulty spikes up to an unfair degree frequently, even on "Normal" mode.
I'm confused what they were trying to make. There's a lot I liked (I liked the use of a subjective camera-- they use that trick a lot like they're trying to be Jonathan Demme or something, and I like that stuff). And tons I didn't. It's just too much though. It's just too much game, and I don't... i don't see the wisdom of that. Especially becaues the original was more affecting at this point in the story because it was simpler, whereas this, I've finished, and mostly just want to know about the budget... like... how did they figure out how to budget this?? Did they budget this? That's kind of all I'm interested in.
I don't want to play another videogame for a very, very long time, though, so that's a good feeling.
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we just danced backwards into each other - ch - part 7
Paring: Calum Hood x Original Female Character.
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of an er visit and vague descriptions of an injury and how it happened, also Lena's team sucks.
Word Count: 9.4k
Authors note: okay, this took a long time to post, sorry about that, i cant even say i hit a writer's block patch because i have been writing a lot about them, i just hit a bit where i could only write flashbacks, i even briefly considered to post a part that was just flashbacks, but that didn't fit the plan, but here we are, hopefully, the next part wont take this long, i already have a solid chunk written. That being said the flashbacks are getting more elaborate, and theres quite a bit of them in this part. As usual, italics are flashbacks.
Read it on AO3
Part 6 Part 8
Masterlist
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Lena wasn't exactly sure what to expect from the meeting she was called in for, she thought it would be about the conversations surrounding her and Calum and when she would be allowed to start putting songs out, but she sure as hell didn’t expect to find herself in the situation she is in.
“What do you mean, supporting act?” Lena asks as calmly as she possibly can.
“You’ll get your own tour next year, but they need an opener and it makes sense-” Her manager sounds calm and slightly condescending and that makes her cut her off.
“No, it doesn’t,” she shakes her head, and Sylvia sighs.
“Lena, you can’t do arenas alone, it will be good for you."
“No, I’m not doing it,” she says, crossing her arms but the look she gets in response makes her shoulders tense.
“You already agreed,” she says and Lena frowns in confusion.
“No, I didn't." She sounds a bit childish. Probably looks it too, arms crossed, hands clenching the ends of her sleeves, a pout she can't really fight on her lips.
“Yes, you did," Sylvia says and the look on her face it's what finally makes the situation make sense.
“The ‘a few concerts’ part of the deal is a whole tour?" She air-quotes, feeling exasperated, "are you fucking kidding me?”
“Lena,” she says, pinching the bridge of her nose and Lena rolls her eyes.
“Fine, great, I’m going on tour with my fake boyfriend, yeehoo," she says, making a dramatic motion with her hands, "does that mean I’ll get to release something?”
“Yes." The word sounds too careful and it makes Lena groan.
“But the first thing will have to be the duet, right?”
“Yes.” The word rings in her ears and it makes her blood boil. It makes her want to start a fight. But she just takes a deep breath, pressing her lips together.
“Okay, can I go now? I have a song to finish and a deadline now."
“Sure."
“Thank you,” she says, pushing her chair back loudly and making her way out the door. She wants to slam it. She wants to slam something. But she ends up slamming into someone. The last person she wants to see at that particular moment.
Lena was slowly walking through the schoolyard, dragging her feet, wishing she didn't have to go to the quad and stay there for another period. She wanted to leave. She wanted to hide. Actually, she wanted to cry and she felt stupid for it, so she wanted to run. But not literally, and if she went to PE, Coach would make her run laps or something and the thought made her want to scream.
To be fair, all her thoughts were making her want to scream. She wanted to scream at herself for failing that test. She wanted to scream at herself for caring so much about one stupid grade she could easily make up for. She wanted to scream for wanting to scream. It was all very frustrating.
It was why she ended up hiding in the corner beside the bleachers where she would sit when she didn't want Coach to force her to participate. Or where she would hide to watch the football team practice sometimes. The second occasion had happened more times than she would want to admit, but she liked understanding when Calum went on about the games and the team, so she started watching it more. It was just about being a good friend. It definitely had nothing to do with the way he would smile at her, a smile that would light up his whole face and he'd even get dimples on his cheeks, when she had an input that made sense. And she was growing to enjoy the sport, even if just because of his sheer enthusiasm.
She wasn't watching the field that day though, too busy feeling sorry for herself to do anything other than stare at the floor, twisting a pebble between her fingers, waiting for the hour to be over. It was why she didn't hear the footsteps approaching her until they were too close for her to run. So she settled to furiously wiping the tears off her cheeks with the back of her hands, letting out a frustrated huff as the tears wouldn't stop, trying to come up with an excuse to give Coach as she turned to look up at whoever it was when they stopped.
But it wasn't Coach, and she watched as Calum, dressed in the school team's uniform, sat down beside her, leaving about a foot of space between them, making her frown. Why wasn't he playing? Coach might not miss Lena, but he would definitely notice that Calum wasn't there.
She was looking at him trying to figure out what to say. Maybe tell him she didn't want to talk. That he should go back. That she wanted to be alone. But before she could say anything he offered her his water bottle, raising his brow in a silent question: do you want me to go? And Lena surprised herself by shaking her head while taking the bottle from his hand.
He didn't say anything, just nodded and looked forward, at the field. And Lena watched him, stunned for a few seconds while taking a big gulp of the water while feeling a rush of affection for him she couldn't quite understand, before shaking her head and scooting closer to him.
They sat there in silence until the bell rang when Calum scrambled to his feet and offered her a hand to help her up too, giving it a comforting squeeze before running back to get his stuff from the locker room, leaving Lena unsure of why she felt like she could follow him anywhere.
“Woah there, love,” Calum chuckles, holding her up, but frowning when he notices the look on her face, “you okay?” He asks, and she groans, closing her eyes, and exhaling sharply before stepping back from him.
“Fine, I gotta go,” she mumbles, stepping around him and moving toward the break room at the end of the hall. She doesn't know exactly what she wants there as she moves to get a glass and stops by the water fountain, hand clutching at the cool metal edge and watching as the water slowly fills the cup. Too slowly.
"Lena," Calum's voice is careful as it comes from somewhere behind her and she groans, staring at the wall.
"Calum, I mean this in the nicest way possible but get out," she says, as calmly as she possibly can, closing her eyes as she takes a sip.
"Lena," he tries again and she sighs.
"Look, really wanna do something self-destructive, picking a fight with you right now would definitely do that and I don't wanna say something I can't take back, so please leave me alone, I promise I'll talk to you once I stop feeling like wanna smash something," she says, clutching the cup with both hands, still staring at the wall.
"Okay, just call me if you need me," he says and she nods.
"Yeah." She is actually surprised when she hears him walking away, but she stays there, slowly counting her breaths as she sips on her water, trying to get a grip on her feelings when she hears footsteps behind her again.
"Calum, I said please," she groans, putting the cup down, but the voice that comes from behind her makes her head snap back.
"Not Calum," Andy says, and she finds him leaning against the doorway, "he did send me, though, he said he didn't think you should be alone," he explains and she stares at him for a few seconds before crossing the room straight into his chest, making him huff out a laugh as he wraps his arms around her, "what happened?"
"We're going on tour," she says, stepping back so she can look at him.
"And you're upset why exactly?" He frowns at her and she purses her lips.
"With 5sos," she says and understanding floods his face.
"We're opening?" He asks and she nods slowly, "so you're not sad, you're pissed."
"Yes."
"Got it, wanna go find something for us to break?"
"Yes, please."
The wait was agonizing. And it was throwing him off. It wasn't like this was the first time Calum and Lena had gone for days without hearing from each other. It wasn't the first time they had a fight that ended with one of them storming off. Granted, this was the first time Lena was the one that initiated the divide between them and stuck with it. But he thought she would come back. She always came back.
Their silly arguments used to end fairly quickly and when he was the one storming out after tearing them apart in one swoop, he felt like he didn't have the right to miss her. He regretted walking out on her the second the door had closed behind him but some part of him still thought it was for the best.
But this time, there wasn't a piece of him that didn't desperately want to fix this. He needed to fix it somehow.
But Lena was gone, no one exactly sure where and it was agonizing because he was terrified he had lost her for good. He was terrified of what she would do.
Most of all he was terrified of how much he missed her.
Their relationship had been about distance for long enough for Calum to be able to compartmentalize the feeling. It came with the job. He was always missing someone.
But this time it felt different. Maybe because he couldn't just call and have the ache softened by the sound of her voice. Maybe it was because there was no escaping it when even looking at a picture of them just made him feel worse.
Someone else might've seen the irony in the way Lena was out, somewhere in the world, convinced he didn't love her while Calum was finally understanding how much he actually did.
Not that he wasn't aware of how non-platonic his feelings for her were. How non-platonic they had always been. But letting himself admit it had him seeing how deep those feelings ran and he couldn't believe how stupid he had been.
She loved him. He knew that for years. He loved her. He also knew that for years. So why had he fought so hard to keep her out? And how had he left himself make her believe he didn't love her?
Granted, he thought she was over him. He thought he had lost his chance. That his time to do something had passed. That a somewhat mended friendship was all he could have after what he did. So he convinced himself that it was what she wanted. That it was what he wanted. And because of that, he had no reaction to give her when she made her feelings known. Again.
The worst part is that he couldn't even blame her for leaving. He sure as fuck would've too if the roles were reversed. He would've done more damage as he left too. It wouldn't be as graceful.
The calm in which she had taken his hand and done the exact same thing he had all those years before, just leaving the piece of them she held onto when he didn't deserve it, all while looking him dead in the eyes, daring him to stop her, was not something he could have achieved.
She walked away and he had to let her do it. He couldn't offer what she wanted. But then again, all he wanted was to get her to stay.
It was how he ran into Andy. The roommate who most definitely hated him. Not that Calum blamed him.
"She's flying back," Andy told him after an awkward greeting, turning back to Calum, “tomorrow if she gets on the plane,” he added before Calum could ask, sliding to the booth across from him.
“You talked to her?” Calum asked and he nodded, "is she safe?"
"She said she is."
"Do you believe her?"
"I don't know," he said, rubbing his forehead.
“How is she?”
“How do you think?” Andy huffed, rolling his eyes.
“I’m still asking,” he said simply and Andy studied him for a few seconds before answering.
“Well, she sounded a lot like she did last time,” he finally said and Calum frowned.
“I don’t know what that means." Those words frustrated him. He used to think there wasn't a part of Lena he didn't know and he didn't like to be confronted with the fact that he didn't know her as well as he thought.
“She sounded numb, dude, avoidance is something she mastered, it was like she couldn’t handle all she was feeling, I’m relieved she’s coming back, the numb stage was a bad one,” he ran a hand through his hair and for a second Calum wondered if he really wanted to know, but he couldn't stop himself from asking.
“Why?”
“She cried for like a whole week and one day she just stopped, it was like she decided she didn't want to feel it anymore, but she wasn't feeling anything else either, she was moving on auto-pilot, burying herself into distractions, she landed herself in the hospital once."
“I didn’t know that."
“She passed out on campus, it sounds worse than it was," Andy's voice was dismissive as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned back on his seat.
“What happened?”
“She was dehydrated, pushed herself too hard, she was actually at the campus health center when it happened, not that anyone thought to tell me that when they called me, it was all ‘Lena is in the hospital, you gotta get here now’," he breathed out a puff of air and Calum considered his words. He really couldn't blame the guy for the way he reacted whenever he was around Lena.
"That sounds like a lot."
"I've spent the whole week waiting for that call again," Andy said, voice low, sounding as if he didn't want to admit what he'd been thinking but also as if he needed Calum to know how bad it could get.
"I know what you think of me, but I'm not trying to hurt her," he defended himself but the other man shook his head.
"You wanting to do it or not doesn't change how it's always happening," he challenged and Calum felt stunned for a second.
"Did you talk to her about-"
"Your situation and why she ran? Yes," he nodded and Calum looked expectantly at him.
"And?"
"She's hiding, she does that, hide until she can handle what she’s feeling," he said and Calum nodded. That he knew. He used to have a list of places she usually hid back home for the days she would run without telling him where she was going. Under the bleachers at their old school, the lookout not far from her mum's house, the park a few blocks from his place, the old playground by Michael's. He used find her and just sit with her until she was ready to talk. "I remember at the beginning of our second year she disappeared for a few days and then came back like nothing happened, I still don’t know where she went,” Andy added with a frustrated huff, and Calum frowned at him. He knew what happened.
“She came to see me," he said and got a puzzled look in return, "We were doing promo back home and she just showed up and followed us around, I think we were telling people she was our hairstylist or something like that.”
Lena had called him one day, saying she was at his hotel lobby. He had not believed her at first but went down anyway, grinning when he saw her, clutching the straps of her backpack while she bounced on the balls of her feet waiting for him. It took until he saw the anxious look on her face as she turned to him for him to start to question why she was there, it was a nine-hour drive after all, but she just hugged him and shrugged the question off. He knew she needed a distraction and he was happy to provide it. Their manager had been annoyed about it, but still made the necessary arrangements for her to be able to stay with him. She went to interviews, and a photoshoot, standing in a corner laughing as she fluffed Michael’s hair with a comb sticking out of her back pocket, saying Calum needed more hair gel, and sat next to him in the back of the van as if she belonged there. The night before they left she curled up on his bed and cried telling him about the fight she had with her mother, and how she just got in her car and drove. The same car he closed the door to in the hotel parking lot because she needed to go back to uni and he had another plane to catch.
“She stayed with us until I had to leave."
“She went to you?” He asked, sounding skeptical and Calum nodded.
“She used to do that a lot, come to me when she wanted to run, I always tried to be there if I could."
"It's just been a while since she ran without telling me." He was back to looking frustrated and Calum narrowed his eyes at him.
"You really care about her, don't you?"
“She’s my family, and honestly, I’m sick of hearing her cry over you, I can’t say I understand why she loves you."
“We had good years before things got too complicated."
“Complicated,” he huffed out a chuckle and Calum frowned.
“What?”
“When she was angry she would pace around, going on about how you kept saying it’s complicated, and calling you very creative names," the blonde explained with a chuckle and Calum narrowed his eyes at him.
"How much did she tell you?" He asked, genuine curiosity in his voice.
"Enough. I think she downplays some of the parts that hurt her the most, but I'm not sure if she's trying to get me not to hate you or if she's just sparing herself."
"It's probably both."
"Definitely both."
"I've been thinking about what you said," Calum said after a beat of silence and Andy looked confused.
"Me?"
"About being someone who deserves how much she loves me," He explained and Andy narrowed his eyes at him. It was unsettling to see how much they looked like Lena's when he stared at him like that.
"Right," he said, sounding skeptical.
"I can't change the shit that already happened, I would if I could, go back and smack some sense into myself, but if she lets me I'll try for as long as it takes to fix it," he paused, but Andy looked unconvinced, "you think she'll talk to me?"
"Honestly? No. Not right now at least," he added after a beat, "but maybe, if you are serious about this, she'll come around."
"I am serious," Calum said and Andy studied him carefully, before seemingly deciding he was being sincere by giving him a small nod.
"Then maybe you still have a chance."
Lena lost track of how long she had been sitting in her car, phone in her hand trying to decide what to do. Calum said to call him if she needed him, so she could call even if she didn’t necessarily need him at the moment. She just feels bad for the way she reacted. And she always hated fighting the urge to talk to him.
The decision shouldn’t be this hard. She should just call him if she wants to talk to him. At least that’s what she’s been telling herself for at least the last thirty minutes, music blaring through the car while clicking in and out of Calum’s contact.
“Just do it,” she tells herself, pausing the music, leaning back against the seat, and closing her eyes as she clicks the call button.
"Hi, L," Luke's voice comes through the phone when she thought the call was about to go to voicemail and Lena frowns slightly, pulling the phone off her ear and checking the screen to see if she dialed the right number, finding Calum's name on it.
"Luke?" She asks, sounding confused and he giggles.
"Cal is occupied, but I didn't want to leave you hanging."
"Oh, you didn't have to, I can call back later," she says, scratching her neck as she hears Calum's voice at a distance.
"Is that my phone?" Calum asks and Luke must've agreed because he adds, "why are you on my phone?" sounding a lot closer.
"It's L, you've been checking it compulsively," Luke says and there's a commotion where she assumes the phone is being passed around because she stops understanding what they are saying.
"Lena? Is everything okay?” He asks, sounding concerned, making her chuckle.
"You said to call if I needed you."
"I did."
"But you're busy, we can talk later, it's fine," she says, scratching her neck but he's quick to stop her dismissal.
"We're pretty much done, I'll be off, in like ten, twenty minutes?"
"Can you meet me then?"
"Yeah, you want me to stop by your place? You wanna come over? You wanna go somewhere? I don't have my car so I would have to go get it but-" He sounds eager and that makes her giggle, looking around herself before interrupting him.
"I can pick you up,” she offers, adjusting in the seat.
“I’ll wait for you then."
“You got your license?” Calum said, sounding skeptical and mildly jealous as he leaned against the open window, making Lena pout, as she gripped the steering wheel tighter.
“Just get in, some of us still have a curfew," she complained and he opened the door, sliding into the passenger side.
“You didn’t answer,” he said while she watched him.
“Seatbelt,” she said and he rolled his eyes, buckling in, “of course I got it, you think mum would let me get the car if I didn’t have a license?”
“When did this happen?”
“About a month ago,” she shrugged, carefully making the car move again and she didn't have to look at him to know he looked offended as he shifted in the seat.
“A month? And you didn’t tell me?"
“And miss the look on your face when I rolled up? No chance," she teased, glancing at him.
“I can’t believe you got your license before me,” he complained, pushing the seat back so he could sit more comfortably and she rolled her eyes.
“No, you’re not allowed to complain, you were just on a world tour, who cares about cars?”
“Says the one with a car."
“It’s not like it's my car.”
“You’re driving it."
“It's not that exciting, but sometimes mum lets me drive myself to school, so that’s cool.'
"So, where are we going?"
"I have no idea, I didn't think that far," she laughed, tapping on the steering wheel.
"We can drive around until we find someplace to stop," he offered and she considered it while he leaned forward to mess with the radio.
“Wait, wanna go to the lookout?” She said, suddenly, looking at him and he grinned at her as he finally got the radio to work.
Lena parked the car, still far from the edge, but close enough for them to be able to look at the lights of the city below, before getting out, moving to the front of the car, Calum following her, looking amused as she moved so she could sit on the hood, patting the space beside her as she leaned against the windshield.
"You've been coming here alone?" He asked once he was settled beside her, and she shrugged, glancing at him.
"Nah, it's weird being here now," she pressed her lips together while he watched her. Everything they used to do together felt lacking when he wasn't there. It just made the constant ache of missing him that much more intense, "and mum doesn't like me being out here by myself so…"
"It's probably not a good idea," he chuckled, eyes still on her making her slide closer to him and drop her head on his shoulder, holding on to his arm. She couldn't quite believe he was really there. Not just a voice on her phone or a face on a screen but within her reach. It made her want to hold on and never let him leave again. And that was stupid all things considered. It was never going to happen. She knew she needed to get over her feelings for him. But that was a problem for future Lena. At that moment the only thing that mattered was that Calum really was there.
"I've been meaning to tell you something," she said, looking forward and she felt him moving beside her.
"What?" He asked and she chewed on her bottom lip.
"It's okay if you're gonna be too busy, I didn't think you'd be here, but you are and well, I can't not invite you but really is okay if you can't go-" she was rambling and she knew she should just say it but the words wouldn't come out until Calum interrupted her.
"Go where?" He chuckled, and she pulled away so she could look at him.
"I booked a gig," she blurted out, pressing her lips together and anxiously watching him. But as his face lit up with a smile she felt stupid for being anxious about telling him. Of course he would be happy for her.
"Really?"
"It's not, you know, one direction, stadium world tour, but they told me they sold like few hundred tickets and I'm just opening and no one is gonna be there to see me and it's okay if you can't go," she was babbling and he looked amused.
"I'm going," he told her and she pressed her lips together.
"Really?"
"You think I'd miss it?"
"I didn’t think you’d be here," she chuckled and he rolled his eyes.
"But I am, so… When is it?"
"The day before you're set to leave."
"I'll be there," he said, sounding determined and that just made her smile at him.
Lena’s about to reach for her phone to let Calum know she’s there when she hears a tap on the passenger window, and she’s startled for a second before unlocking the door.
“How did you know I was here?” She laughs, watching as Calum gets in.
“I didn’t,” he says, making her frown at him, “I saw the car,” he explains, adjusting the seat and buckling in and she nods.
"Right."
"Where are we going?" He asks when they start moving and she laughs.
"I didn't think that far."
"So we're just driving around then?" He asks and she shrugs, "what happened that got you that upset?" He adds and she can feel him watching her.
"You don't know?" She asks, glancing at him and he frowns at her, "I'm your opening act," she adds and she can see he's fighting to keep his expression neutral.
"You are?" He asks, failing to mask the excitement in his voice. She thinks she'll be excited about it soon enough, she liked performing too much to be upset for long. And she knows he's excited about the thought of having her around while on the road again. But she's unsure how she feels about being on tour with him. It's just hard not to think about how badly the last tour they did together ended for the both of them. And they went in with a relationship that was a lot more stable than whatever's happening between them at the moment.
"Yep," she nods and he's still watching her carefully.
"Okay," he says, sounding unsure and she sighs.
"You know the agreement for the relationship?" She starts, looking at him at a red light and he nods, "I didn't know that I was agreeing to the tour too. I'm not mad I'm going on tour with you guys because of you guys, it just felt like a step back you know? And I know I ain't selling out arenas and that this is a good opportunity but I am annoyed." Most of all she's annoyed about the way she keeps getting tricked into doing things, but there's a part of her that doesn't want to do the tour simply because she feels like her career moved so much since the last time she opened for them. Two albums out, a third on the way. Was it crazy for her to not want to do the thing that started it all again?
“Why?” Calum asks and she chews on her bottom lip trying to figure out the right thing to say to get him to understand the issue she has with the situation.
“How would you feel if I told you you need to tour with one direction again?” She asks in return, stealing a glance at him and seeing the emotions on his face as he processes her words: confusion being replaced with understanding being replaced with uneasiness.
“Got it."
“I am sorry about earlier though, so you can stop with the monosyllabic answers-" she chuckles, feeling restless over the way his reactions feel too careful.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he says before she can finish her thought.
"-and you're allowed to be happy I'm going on the road with you again," she continues and he laughs.
"I am?" He sounds equal parts unsure and excited and it's a bit disarming.
"Yeah."
"Are you? All things considered?" He asks, genuine concern in his voice, and she considers the question.
"Well, it’s fun, so I'm sure I'll be excited about it soon, but if I'm being honest the idea of spending months seeing you on a semi-daily basis again it's a bit unsettling," she admits, fighting the urge to look at him because she doesn't want to know what she would see in his face if she did.
"Unsettling?"
"I don't know, okay? It's just, I'm trying not to shut you out, but it's weird."
“What?”
“Not fighting the urge to talk to you, I got used to it,” she says, tapping her thumbs against the steering wheel, “we need to finish the song, though,” she chuckles, glancing at him, wanting to change the subject.
“I like the way it is now," he says, simply. She does too. That version may only exist as a voice note recorded with Calum's phone but there's something about it. She really hopes they can capture that in the studio.
“Yeah, me too, but you really think it's gonna work with just the piano?" It's definitely not her usual style and she's worried about how it would sound.
"We could try it out,"
"We can work on it."
“Whenever you want."
“Not now though, now we’re doing something stupid,” she giggles, finally realizing where she wants to go.
“How stupid are we talking here? ‘Cause you have really high standards for stupid,” he jokes and she pouts.
“Hey!” She complains, sounding offended and he laughs.
“I’m just saying, are you just planning on driving until we run out of gas, or are you skipping that and just going straight to the airport? I'm down if you wanna flee the country again, you just need to tell me first,” he tells her and she can't help the way her heart flutters.
“So you would run away with me?”
“Always,” he says, making her have to press her lips together to control the smile threatening to take over her face. It feels unfair, the way he keeps getting these reactions out of her without even trying.
"Do I need a plane ticket and a shiny ring with your name on it?" She jokes, more in an attempt to keep the conversation lighthearted than anything else, but she starts laughing when he groans, rolling his eyes.
"I take it back," he says, and she glances at him, trying to determine how much he means it, but he seems to be fighting to keep a straight face.
"Too late, you're already in the car," she shrugs and he fakes outrage.
"That's kidnapping."
"Hey, you got in willingly," she laughs, looking at him when he laughs too, the sound making her heart beat faster. "I just want ice cream though," she adds, and he nods.
"Of course you do, but why is that stupid?"
"Because we are gonna go out into the world, I don't wanna sit in the car."
"The stupid part here is the risk of getting recognized then, got it."
"For all intents and purposes, we're selling the idea you're my boyfriend now so who the fuck cares if we get spotted together?"
"That's the spirit."
For some reason, Lena hadn't thought about what the batch of promo she would be doing between the legs of the tour meant for her and Calum until she had all her stuff taken down and was about to be ushered into the van to catch a plane to somewhere she wasn't sure where it was. They had three weeks off, at least the band had, she would only get a few days before having to meet the boys for the first show of the North America leg, she was in full promo mode and her team was driving her crazy.
But as she thought about how Calum had said goodbye, too quickly for her to fully process it, she couldn't help but feel anxious. This would be the longest they would be apart since whatever was happening between them had started. And she didn't know what to expect. Things between them had been easy enough she didn't think she had anything to worry about until she was standing in an empty hotel room, looking around to see if she had forgotten something only to find one of Calum's flannels on the couch in the corner.
And suddenly worrying was all she could do, even though she knew she couldn't make any demands. What would they do when the tour started again? Go back to just being friends? Stay in the routine of sneaking into each other's hotel rooms and hooking up in what sometimes felt like any space where they could get alone long enough for sex to happen?
Sure, it wasn't just sex. No matter what Calum said about not giving her a relationship, something more was going on between them. They talked more, they laughed more and Lena couldn't remember the last time they were in a hotel and she fell asleep alone. It was as if removing that line between them that they had danced around for years had them settling into a level of comfort with each other she never had with anyone else. But sometimes she did worry if it was all about proximity. So she was worried about whether the distance between them would change things again. She knew how quickly their relationship could shift. Had things been permanently altered or would this put them back the way they were before they acted on the attraction between them? Could she ever go back if he wanted to, knowing what it was like to have him, all of him? She wasn't sure.
But standing there wasn't going to change anything. She had to leave. There was a plane she needed to be on and she would have plenty of time to wonder if that morning before Calum left had been her last chance to kiss him and just pretend he was hers for a while.
She had just finished checking the front pocket of her backpack to make sure she had her passport and was clutching the fabric of Calum's flannel as she glanced around one more time when the door opened.
"Hey," Calum said, walking in, looking a little breathless under the carefree expression he was wearing as he closed the door behind him.
"Hi," Lena answered, eyeing him suspiciously, "you forgot this," she added, offering him the flannel and he nodded, taking it and putting it on over his t-shirt so he wouldn't have to carry it, "I was about to go find you."
"I thought I should walk you down," he said, stepping closer to her. He was staying there another day, doing some exploring, like Ashton liked to say, so there was no rush for him to leave.
"Okay," she giggled, "let's go then, 'cause I don't need Sylvia yelling at me," she added, adjusting the straps of her backpack on her shoulders and moving to walk around him. She knew not to wait for anything other than him just walking next to her, there was no telling who could see them, so she was surprised when he grabbed her hand.
"Wait," he told her, pulling her to him and she barely had time to react before he was kissing her. And there was nothing calm about it, the way he was kissing her made her head spin as she held on to him.
"Okay, now we can go," he said, pulling away from her, leaving her chasing his lips before she grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him back to her. She wanted more. She wanted to map out the way kissing him felt like in case she didn't have the chance to do it again and that was what she did. She focused on the feeling of his lips on hers and his hands on her body and the feelings coursing through her.
"Now we can go," she laughed, a little breathless, pulling away from him and moving to the door. She knew he would follow her. And they walked down to the parking lot, after giving the key cards to her manager, Lena rambling about how excited she was for this round of interviews while Calum watched her with a grin on his face that made her heart beat faster.
He pulled her in for a hug, after checking to see if the parking lot was in fact empty, and she breathed him in before pulling away.
"I'll see you in a few weeks," she said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek before going into the van, putting the backpack on the seat before sitting closer to the open door to wait, leaning into the frame.
"Yeah."
Lena half expected him to turn around and leave, but he surprised her again by looking around, hoisting himself into the van, kissing her one more time, way too fast for her liking, before going back out, at the same time her manager showed up with the rest of her team.
"Bye, love," Calum said, winking at her, making her laugh, "call me when you land."
“Did you ever think about how fucked up it is that we spend so much of our lives moving?” Lena asks, slamming the car door closed as Calum stops next to her.
“Are you getting philosophical on me?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at her and she shakes her head.
“No, I mean literally,” she explains, and they start moving to the ice cream shop.
“That somehow makes even less sense,” he chuckles and she looks up at him.
“We are always on vehicles, you know? Cars, vans, buses, planes,” she lists, counting her finger and his eyebrow furrow as he studies her.
“Why are you thinking about that?”
“You mentioned running, I started thinking about planes, got into a little existential crisis,” she shrugs, pressing her lips together.
“And decided to drag me with you?" Calum teases, raising an eyebrow at her.
“It’s because you have a headstart on me, I was wondering if you ever had that moment, so, you know, thought I’d do some dragging, ask if you ever wanted to just stop moving." Lena sounds more frustrated than she expects and she chews on the inside of her cheek as she waits for him to say something.
"So you are getting philosophical on me." He looks so understanding, it's disarming.
"I guess," she sighs, scratching her neck and he cooks his head looking at her before reaching around her to open the door.
"Yeah, I have," he says, holding the door open for her to walk into the shop and she murmurs a thank you as she walks in.
"What do you do about it? How do I make the feeling go away?" She asks, stopping suddenly, looking at him and he has to hold out his hands, landing them on her waist so he wouldn't hit her.
"What makes you think I'm any better at it than you?" He laughs, guiding her to the line and she doesn't miss the way his hand stays on the small of her back.
"I mean, everyone seems better at this than me right now, so," she shrugs, trying to sound nonchalant but he can clearly see through it.
Calum seems to be trying to find the right words to say but before he could it's their turn to order and it's not until they are sitting on opposite sides of one of the booths that he speaks again.
"I know that's the worst possible answer, and I sound like a bad self-help book, but you gotta find what works for you."
"Running really works for me," she says, digging into her sundae and he laughs.
"Maybe try calling it a vacation the next time."
"But that's boring," she fake-complains, pouting a little too hard.
"You can always lean into the chaos," he chuckles and she sighs.
"But then I have to deal with the consequences and I'm tired of the consequences," she says, looking down and swirling the spoon around the glass dish.
"Love," Calum's voice is careful and she looks up at him, not letting him continue.
"There's gotta be a better way than imploding my life, that's all I'm saying," she shrugs, shoving ice cream in her mouth in an act that doesn't seem nearly as carefree as she would hope.
"Well, you can find different outlets, but knowing you that would just distract you from the problem, maybe try therapy? That helped me."
"Oh, I am," she tells him, and he laughs at the look on her face.
"Not as instantaneous as you thought it would be, right?"
"Why can't she just fix me?" She complains with a laugh, moving her arms dramatically around her and getting a pressed-lip smile as an answer. Calum's watching her and the look in his eyes makes her feel uneasy. She can't tell what he's seeing in her face but she can't tell he doesn't like seeing it.
"I'm sorry," he says after a beat. So that's what the look was. Guilt.
"What I did is not on you, you know."
"Yeah, but what I did to you is, and I am sorry for my part in it."
"And I forgave you already so, if we want this to work, I need you to stop apologizing."
At first, Lena thought she was imagining the taps on her window. She was still feeling loopy and she was exhausted after the day she had but she couldn't get comfortable. She didn't know if it really was the stitches and the bandage or if it was just how she was extremely aware of them. But the sound happened again and she could swear she heard her name, so she got up, moving to the window. She frowned as she opened it, feeling confused. Were the painkillers enough to get her hallucinating?
"Why are you on my window?" She whispered, carefully leaning forward so she could talk to Calum.
"You weren't answering and your mum won't let me in." He looked anxious, trying his best to scan her through the window as he moved closer to her.
"Because you're an idiot who told her it was your fault," she rolled her eyes because her mum was driving her crazy over what happened, but she regretted the action when he flinched, guilt twisting his features.
"It was my fault." His voice was small even for the rushed whisper conversation they were having and it twisted her heart.
"I fell, it was not your fault," she assured him, but his eyes were still filled with guilt.
"How are you?" He asked, studying her as best he could through the window.
"I'm fine," she assured him but he gave her an unimpressed look.
"Lena."
"I got some stitches, there's some bruising, nothing to worry about." She was downplaying it and they both knew it. She knew it because she had nine stitches under her ribs on her left side towards her back on top of the bruising that came with landing too hard which made it hard for her to even move her arm. He knew it because he saw it as it happened. She didn't see the cut, it was out of her line of sight and she wasn't tempted to try, but the panicked look on Calum's face as Coach ran to her was not something she would forget any time soon.
"I'm sorry."
"It was an accident."
"But-" he tried and she knew he would continue to try and take the blame if she let him talk.
"Calum, were you trying to hurt me?"
"Of course not!" He exclaimed, loud enough for her to worry her mum may have heard it, but she didn't really care.
"Then accept it wasn't your fault, and that I'm fine," she said, but he was still looking anxiously at her. "Just get in," she said, sounding exasperated and moving back so he could climb through the window. "See? I'm fine," she joked, motioning to herself once he was in and he stopped, looking at her.
Calum seemed to determine she was fine because, after a few seconds, she was being pulled into him. The hug would've been tight enough to leave her breathless on a good day, and it felt good after the day she had, but she couldn't stop the pained whimper that escaped her when his arm hit the stitches.
"Shit, sorry," he reacted by letting go of her, taking a few steps back, guilt back to twisting his features when she winced as she touched her side, "are you okay?"
"We already established that I'm fine," she said, closing the distance between them again and wrapping her arms around his middle, "but you won't be if you don't hug me back in the next second," she threatened, hiding her face on the crook of his neck when he didn't move, "I know you got scared but I was the one that was stuck in the ER, so can you just fucking hug me?" She complained, grabbing his arms and placing them around her shoulders and he laughed, tightening his arms around her.
"Are you sure you're fine?" He asked, his face hidden in her hair and she chuckled.
"They let me out of the hospital so how bad could it be?" She mumbled into his skin, before stepping away from him.
"I'm so fucking sorry," he said and she cocked her head, looking at him.
"Hey, all you did was kick a ball," she said, fighting the urge to reach for his hand or caress his cheek given the way he was looking at her.
"I shouldn't have-"
"Oh sure, the footballer shouldn't have kicked a ball,” she interrupted him, rolling her eyes and giving him an unimpressed look, “it was a streak of bad luck, Cal, you had no way of knowing I wasn't gonna be able to catch that, no one in the school had any idea that nail had been dislodged and it sure as fuck was bad luck that I managed to miss the step and land in a way that made that nail drag across my-" she stopped talking when he flinched, and they stared at each other for a beat before his expression softened.
"You're not usually this logical," he pointed out and she shrugged.
"I've been trying to convince mum it wasn't your fault all afternoon," she complained, letting out a dramatic groan and he shook his head.
"Why?"
"She took my phone because you wouldn't stop texting, I needed to do something.”
"So that's why you haven't been answering?"
“Obviously, when did I not answer you?” She said, giving him an annoyed look and he chuckled, “also I had a feeling I might have to convince you you didn't do anything wrong."
“I’m still unconvinced,” he said and she frowned at him.
"If you need me to say it, I forgive you for forgetting I have no athletic inclination," she joked, playfully hitting his chest and he nodded.
"Yeah, what was I thinking believing you could catch a ball without landing yourself in the ER," he deadpanned, and something about it had her breaking down laughing before feeling the stitches and stopping, touching her side.
"Don't make me laugh, it hurts," she complained with a pained chuckle and his face went serious again.
"Did they tell you how long?" Calum asked, scratching his neck.
"I have to go back next week to get the stitches out, but the doctor said the bruising from the way I landed may last longer.”
"This sucks."
"Maybe it will leave a cool scar," she shrugged, pressing her lips together, and he sighed.
"I should go before your mum catches me in here," he said, pointing back to the window and she nodded.
"Okay."
"I'll see you in school tomorrow?" He asked and she shook her head.
"I have a doctor's note, so probably not."
"Right,” he agreed, thinking for a second before adding, “I'll stop by after practice then, bring your homework, maybe your mum will let me in then."
"I'll continue to try and convince her it wasn't your fault."
"Thanks," he kissed the side of her head, moving back to the window, but he stopped before he reached it, "Lena?" He said, turning back, and she scratched her neck.
"Yeah?"
"I love you," he said, stepping back closer to her and she blinked at him a couple of times.
"I know, I don't need to hear it just because I got hurt," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. It was not like they had never said that to each other before, hell, Calum would end every call with a cheerful “love ya” when he was in Brazil a few months back, but the look on his face felt too serious.
"But I need to say it, you're my best friend, and today sucked, so I need to say it,” he explained, his face intense and Lena wasn’t sure how to react.
“Sweetheart,” she breathed, but she wasn't sure what she wanted to say, so she just moved to wrap her arms around his waist again, "I love you too," she said, head on his chest when he wrapped his arms around her, "you're, like, my favorite person in the planet."
"So can we not go all deep and emotional? At least not right now," she asks, crossing her arms on the table and leaning her chin on top of it, looking at him with pleading eyes, making him laugh and lean back in his seat.
"I'm all for following your lead, remember?"
"Right," she nods, feeling her cheeks heating up as she watches him.
She's not really thinking when she pulls out her phone and snaps a picture of him, the spoon in his mouth and chocolate on his cheek making her act before she processes what she's doing.
"What was that?" Calum asks with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow at her and she shrugs, putting the phone facing down on the table before she can stare at the picture for too long.
"You have chocolate on your cheek."
"So you just took a picture?"
"Yeah," she nods, smiling when it takes him a few tries to clean his cheek.
"Why?"
"Because you're cute," she blurts out, her eyes widening when she notices she said it out loud and he laughs.
"Thanks?"
"Yeah," she drops her forehead to her arms for a second, before looking back at him, letting out a "hey" and sitting up straight when he takes a picture of her too.
"Gotta keep things fair," he teases and she can't help but laugh.
"Idiot," she complains, focusing on her almost-finished ice cream.
"You started it," he shrugs, smiling at her. It's not until that moment that it occurs to her that this feels like a date. And she doesn't know how to feel about it. "Love?" He frowns at her, maybe she's wearing her feelings on her face, and she shakes her head.
"Sorry, I got-" she starts but her phone buzzes in a familiar pattern that lately makes her skin crawl. And she stares at it as it does it again. And a third time that makes her grimace at it like it's radioactive.
"What's wrong?" Calum asks, eyebrows furrowed as he studies her and she sighs.
"Sylvia," she explains, picking the phone up and unlocking it, it would be worse if she ignored it, clicking the notification to find an inquiry as to what she's doing and if she was with Calum and a link. To fucking Twitter. With a picture of them.
"Fuck that was fast," Lena mumbles, sliding in the seat so she could get closer to him to show him the texts.
"Still don't care?" He asks when he finishes reading it and she shakes her head.
"Nah, we look cute," she says, pulling the tweet her manager had linked her to and showing it to him. The picture really is cute, the wilder angle getting the whole booth, her arms crossed on the table, her chin leaning into them as she looks at him, and he's smiling at her, leaning back against the seat. But it does have her looking at the window from where she thinks it was taken.
"What do you think would happen if I liked this?" Calum asks, snapping her out of her thoughts and making her giggle.
"Chaos?"
"And if I retweeted and tagged you?" He has a mischievous glint in his eyes that makes her raise an eyebrow at him.
"I thought I was the one doing stupid shit?"
"Why is it stupid?" He challenges and she presses her lips together.
"I don't know."
"Wait, I have a better idea," he says, pulling out his phone and she laughs when she realizes what he's planning.
"You do remember I don't have access to my official accounts anymore, right?"
"Good thing you're not the only one in this then," he teases, bopping her nose, making her laugh.
"Can I at least see the picture before you do whatever you're about to do?"
"Nah."
"But-"
"Relax, it's a good picture," he says, posting it to his story and she shakes her head, feeling resigned.
"Okay then, give me your phone."
"Why?"
"We might as well go all out," she says, sending the picture she took earlier to him and putting her phone down while taking the phone from his hand and sliding closer to him.
"No soft-launching then, huh?" She laughs, after hitting post, clicking on the bubble with his picture to see the picture he posted of her. And it's a bit weird for her to see the fond look in her eyes as she looks at a point slightly above the camera, so she leans back in the seat. Only realizing Calum had his arm on the seat behind her when she hit it, and suddenly she's extremely aware that she's pressed against his side. Even more when he drapes his arm around her shoulders.
"It's not like I never posted anything with you before," he says, accepting the phone she's handing back.
"You haven't in a while, though, or me posting you for that matter," she says, relaxing into him, even if just unconsciously, her head dropping to his shoulder. "Should we get out of here before someone finds out where we are and decides to come check?" She adds after a beat and he nods.
"I think yes," he says, sliding out and offering her his hand, she takes it and lets him hold it on the way back to her car.
"I don't wanna drive, though," she tells him, crinkling her nose while offering him her car keys. And the laugh she gets in response is enough to keep her smiling all the way home.
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Ten Characters * Ten Fandoms * Ten Tags
Before I list the most impactful fandoms in my list, a huge shoutout and thank you too @confettipetticoats for tagging me. =D Please go watch her (Non)-Disney crossovers on Youtube as she both so talented and such an awesome pal of mine. :D So I am ranking from 10 to 0 as why not my list, so why not include zero. >:D I tried to choose fandoms I can say I am still a part of, yet not just like, but either been a fan for a long time or the given product means a lot to me.
10. Universal Studios Monsters: Now this a confusing entry as I am not someone who seen all the monster movies, but the impact and the handful of films I have seen from original to remakes, I am a huge fan of. I mean if it was not for my special interest in Mythology as is, this fandom adds to it. Does not hurt most of the bigger or well known monsters have roots in Victorian gothic literature. Favorite monster is hard, as all of them are fun their own way, but I guess my inner psychologist would choose Wolfman/Werewolf.
9. The Simpsons: Yes I agree it dragging on but still one of few shows that my full family and I bonded over, next to select shows that some family members all liked (Bones was very close to being on this list, but I never finished it). It along with other animated shows plus movies made me really want to consider voice acting for a future job. As well, I am not sure why Lisa not featured in the gif below. XD Favorite character though is Apu, plus in the video games, The Simpsons: Hit& Run and The Simpsons: Road Rage.
8. The Addams Family: I only watch the 90's movies and plan watch the original show and animated movies too, but from what I can tell of this fandom, very creepy, spooky, and kooky . XD Sorry too obvious to reference. Favorite characters are tied for the love birds (or bats would that be more in character) Morticia and Gomez. I try to avoid looking up to other people's relationships as everyone is so different, but I can deny these two are what I hope for in a relationship. If not that at least, I adore the just what the two stand for in a couple that is rarely depicted, friends and lovers, who do not settle and hate each other. Sorry but so many relationships especially parents seem to hate each other but stay nice for wanting a family. At a young age this trope I hated.
7. Avatar: The Last Airbender: Such a great show, from world building, character arches, animation, voice acting, and much more. I rarely find myself wishing if I could voice act in something, but this a show that and overall franchise I would be so happy to be a part of. Plus Aang such a well done character and often I do not relate to a character's personality as much I had with him. If from his trying to best to see in others but grows to be selective of who to open up to, being seen as both so young but an old Soul, awkward but willing to laugh at himself, and wants to hear a different point of view or at least learn more of life are few of other traits I can relate to in him. That being said I also can relate to Iroh for similar but in his own way, traits prior. He the supportive, fun, but heartfelt uncle I hope I can be. Yes I am tied between Aang and Iroh. XD
6. Owl House: Yes, a newer product on my list, but can anyone blame me? XD I am still so sad it was short as was, but hopefully come back. It had so much to offer, my newest comfort character is Eda and I am so picky of my comfort characters*, but dang this show you can tell had so much thought and carefully planned, and more. Eda the character I like most from the show too. Yes my biggest ship if Eda x Raine :P .
5. Hellboy: I need to read more these comics, as the movies ugh such a great twist of fantasy, a hero who really wants to do the right thing, but you do not blame him for feeling outcasted by those he protects, and more. Bonus introduced me to my current favorite director, Guillermo del Toro. As well one of my favorite hero quotes of all time. However favorite character goes, Red/H-e-l-lboy.
4. X-Men: I know the movies' timeline is all over the place, the X-Men Evolution Wolverine seems so hated (even though a guilty pleasure of mine), the first two are the best in the full series along a few standouts, but dang it this movie series was and still holds so much meaning to me. I mean the not so subtle message of being yourself and use what makes you different as a power felt even more powerful as when younger I was diagnosed with ASD in elementary school and only found by high school from being told, but prior I felt like a mutant, like I felt so pity (yes I had former friends who only became pals because pity), teased for things like special interests, and more, but these movies made me felt there was at least somewhat others like me. Lastly, for a kid, I respect the beliefs of the leader of the "good" and "bad" were so complex, as simple narratives on morality felt so demeaning as a kid. I mean as I get older (@little-bloodied-angel and I talked about this recently) I really consider Magneto one of the best 'villains' I have watched and read (I need read more comics in general). Bonus this franchise seems so awesome the earlier films had so many people who are in the LGBTQ Community: Anna Paquin (bi woman), Ian McKellen (gay man), Elliot Page (trans man), Alan Cumming (bi man). To be fair the Mutants being a metaphor for those wanting more civil rights or equal rights is well known. Favorite character goes, of late again Magento again just the appeal he more complex and even though violence if can be avoided please do that.
3. 90's Sailor Moon: I am aware such a case of nostalgia goggles on tightly, as I have heard the recent new version more closer to the manga. However the 90's one felt so more fleshed out and bonus the titular character herself one of FEW characters I have ever related to as a kid that was not just comedic relief or a side character. XD Yes I related the awkwardness of Thief from The Thief and the Cobbler, Flower from Bambi (if anything as a trans guy it feels so telling I wanted to liked a guy character who just happens to be comfortable being mistaken as a girl XD). Bonus one of my friends who sees me as found family, we bonded over adoring the 90's version. Favorite character the "protector of love and justice" herself.
2. Disney, mostly the villains fandom: I do adore the heroes/heroines, yet the campy nature of the former hand-drawn villains so great. As well, yes I am not sorry I have a shirt with this design below. >:D In regards which one is my favorite, Maleficent.
1. The Last Unicorn: The animated feature and the book (to be fair I have the graphic novel) both hold such introduction to Mythology for me and the writing (Peter S. Begeal I hope read more of his work) so similar to J.R.R.Tolkien in ways, that it also helped me love the fantasy genre too. Plus the sequel Two Hearts is not required reading but it does add more too. Favorite character is maybe a surprise Schmendrick. I just appreciate his confidence and overall character arch most of the main cast.
0. The Lord of the Rings: Besides the 2001-2003 live action movies, the extended cut too, the books, and the animated movies, this franchise I can not explain enough the impact it has had on me since as far I can remember. As well yes, The Hobbit book, films (including animated movie too) are worth their thanks too. Now in regards of The Rings of Power show on Amazon, I am unsure to watch, yet that is if The Hobbit is a C at best, I worry what that show is at best. Favorite character is so hard to say, but if I had to really choose Pippin (fun fact met the actor Billy Boyd at a comicon once) as he most audience surrogate I had related to growing up.
*= My other comfort characters: Eda and King
Thief:
Psyduck
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Flower:
I am curious of what: @little-bloodied-angel @impossiblepeggy @airasora @geebs96 @0chaotic-queer0 @thenamelessdoll @jujubee-edits @theevilsquirrelqueen @animagix101and @wardisahi would say are themes in my choices. Plus, your ten fandoms and ten characters you peeps like. Also was unsure mythology counted as a fandom, as if it does that definitely my biggest favorite fandom.
#tag#fun tag#get to know me#Universal Studios Monsters#american werewolf in london#the simpsons#the addams family#avatar#avatar: the last airbender#owl house#hellboy#comics#x-men#sailor moon#sleeping beauty#the last unicorn#the lord of the rings#LOTR#comfort character#the thief and the cobbler#pokemon#bambi#disney
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If you met Tessa and Scott, what would you say to them or ask them? (Individually and together)
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What a loaded question
I’m going to take this as “What would you ask if you got to interview them” because there’s no way in hell I would cope in a M+G situation I would be awkward AF, sweat, stutter, cry probably, most likely faint.. nah I need a few hours and half of that will be me trying not to sweat and cry.
You would not believe the amount of times I have fantasised about getting to interview them! I’m not saying I would be good at it but so often they always get asked the same questions and that’s partly the reason they give the same answers.. one thing I would manage to do though is not ask them about any “‘’’’’’’ relationship””””” stuff- at least the typical way it’s always asked
Also I have been secretly hoping someone would ask me this so I would have an excuse to post my answers coz honestly I feel like a dick just posting this fantasy of mine unprompted
I’m gonna say before hand that some of this stuff is probs too personal and I wouldn’t necessarily expect them to answer- like when I go to ask them I would likely say ‘if this is too personal you don’t have to answer’. I think if it was maybe asked in the right way or with the right intentions- which I don’t feel a lot of interviewers in general have, they would answer though. So anyway just saying that up front so I don’t have to say it in every third sentence below.
So for me there’s two main things I’m really interested to hear from them that I don’t feel they have ever discussed in depth.
1. I am really fascinated with their physical relationship. This is everything from technical partnering- dance, lifting etc, choreography and movement language, storytelling, and then physical intimacy including things like The Hug, their handhold (the handy holdy) and then just the way they handle each other- the softness, the gentlenesss, the heart eyes, the closeness. Then how all of this plays with their connection and communication and all the things they talk about that went into cultivating their partnership- how that manifests physically.
That is very wide reaching and I think I would need at least 3 hours just to talk about all of that stuff (I would legit need like 5 hours with both of them, then like an additional two hours each of them alone so they can brag about each other hahahahahahahah) but that’s where a lot of my fascination lies and none of those things I think they have really talked about in depth in any other interview. The first few points are because I’m (was) a dancer and worked a lot with partners, but I never had the opportunity to work with any one partner for a long time nor get to any kind of performance based physical intimacy/connection with (very few stage dancers do coz you never have just one partner your whole career, much less from the age of 7/9- you don’t usually start learning proper partnering till teenage years). The rest is the stuff we all go googly eyes about and you legit don’t see it with other couples (dance pairs and just couples in general). The way they handle each other is so insanely beautiful and I would want to know if they are aware of it or its just so natural they don’t realise.
So, lets break these down into actual questions/proper subsections/dot points to launch off from (coz if one of them starts saying something interesting I’m following them down that train of thought).
Q1:
A) Can you discuss the evolution of your partnering, how as you grew older, stronger and more mature that developed. B) In your book you talk about working with Cirque du Soleil performers to develop your lifts but is there more you can elaborate on that- how you created them, developing program/character specific lifts, transferring from floor to ice (maybe get them to talk about 3 examples of lifts: Pink Floyd serpentine lift, original Funny Face curve lift, Carmen/MR rotational lift). C) How much ballet/ballroom pdd/partnering training did you do off ice (throughout career) and how did that aid you on the ice- closeness and body positions, your movement in harmony is so superior, transferring those techniques to the ice and adapting them for the steps, turns, glide, physics etc.
Q2:
A) once you developed (and continued to develop) your partnering technique- your way of individually moving together as one along with things like lifts, as that trust, safety, comfort with each other grew as far as the physical, athletic component of the sport, how did you then develop your movement- I’m gonna say ‘language’ together? You have said that you felt you became known for having a certain ‘lyrical’ style, yet your body of work proves you are the most versatile team in history. Personally, watching you I feel your style really comes from a much deeper connection and understanding of this language in how you moved together- no matter the specific dance style. So what was developing that language like? Did you find it came naturally as you matured, found styles/music you latched (pun intended) onto? Did you have to refresh/refine/redefine it often/occasionally? (Like working with Jean Marc).
B) Did that language change a bit with each program or was it this constant that you took with you into each new piece? How did the process of developing characters affect the choreographic process- say with something like Carmen or MR, more character driven, and how did that differ to looser themed programs like say Mahler or Latch- where the story is less obvious but very important to the two of you in how you convey movement together. What role did improvisation play in discovering movement?From personal experience I know its always different, but did you find there was a natural rhythm and process to how you found movement together- when one of you move did the other naturally find how to hold or complement the other? I imagine after so long together less and less verbal communication was needed to find movement and your bodies just naturally found each other and moved for each other.
C) You’ve mentioned briefly previously about working with acting coaches, and how especially in the comeback you found this… slightly method-ish approach of starting your movement, interactions and emotion from within- letting how you each feel inform how you interact- along with using character driven prompts, and this allowed each time you danced/practiced it to feel different and in the moment, and like you were really having an experience with each other in the world of your program.. can you elaborate more on that- what was entailed in working with the acting coach, what kind of things did you do, what other acting techniques did you employ? Would you say, speak to each other as your characters, obviously dancing you are communicating through movement but did these kind of things help you in discovering and learning about your characters? I find the way you two dance everything is so informed by what the other does, in a somewhat spontaneous way as if you are really living it in the moment like it hasn’t happened yet (sorry I’m trailing off).
Q3:
A) So there’s these two things you guys do that is pretty unique to you as a team: First thing is The Hug. I know you’ve been asked about it a few times before and it became this quite fascinating process to watch. It must be such a hard thing to verbalise because, the meaning is so internal and emotional, what you’re doing is quite simple but I imagine there’s really a lot going on. So I know how that sort of ritual started but, I’m sure like your dancing and skating and partnership as a whole as you went through more and more experiences together, if you can put it into words what did that ritual of the hug come to symbolise? What else was going on within it? The idea of getting your heartbeats to synchronise is I think maybe the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, so did you ever get them to and maybe in your desire for achieving that… I don’t know I just have this idea in my head that when you started working with B2Ten through heart rate and blood pressure monitoring or whatever they were able to get you to synch up so quickly and efficiently- not so it became robotic, but so it became more automatic and you knew it was gonna be there but then also I can imagine it being your special ritual that was your’s and no one was allowed to touch it and whether some days its was easier or not it had to be this completely natural process.
B) The second thing is, and I’m fully aware this seems like an odd thing to notice and have thoughts about, but within the kind of nature and traditional ‘rules’ within your sport, is often when you guys would be stroking around the ice on like a practice or warm up, is you hold hands, like properly rather than dance hold like, pretty much all other teams do. And, on first glance it doesn’t seem like a big deal but when you notice no one else does it its quite obvious. Then when you watch more, you notice that you guys have to change back to dance hold for things like bows and getting into partnering, so it’s not super convenient-that’s why dance hold exists. But I also just think it’s so indicative of you guys being this TEAM.. like it just makes you appear so strong and together, and less like this distanced dance pair. I know you’ve said- in relation to your IWTHYH exhibition, that “holding each other’s hand is the most intimate thing two people can share”, and I thought that was so inspiring, and I think really says a lot about your partnership- that you can show your love for each other through the most simple of gestures. So I’m wondering was this a conscious decision to start holding hands like this, and progressively more and almost exclusively when you came back in 2016, or was it like with the hug it just happened one day and you found you really liked it a lot more than dance hold? Was it ever noticed by coaches or judges or officials etc and frowned upon? What do you feel that hand hold gave you? It feels like watching you there was just this sense of empowerment and invincibility- not immune to failure or anything, but you were just stronger. It feels very empowering.
Q4:
(this would be prefaced with “if its too personal…..”) So I’m really curious about the physical intimacy you guys share- not only on the ice but somewhat off ice too. From the outside it’s obvious you guys have this beautiful, caring loving relationship- that’s obviously more, or deeper then a normal friendship, but also because it’s platonic… it’s just so unique. And don’t know if you guys realise it.. I mean you know the way you are is not like other ID couples, and I’m not asking this from the pov of what most portrayed as ‘romance’ but the way you guys are with each other is so beautiful, like you’re so gentle with each other and just the way you hold each other and look at each other like the world could be ending around you and you wouldn’t blink. And when I see it I don’t think ‘romance’ I just see these two people, living so artistically and you just have this aura as if your souls are connected, when you’re together it’s like the air is thinner, or as you’ve said creating this bubble where you only see each other and that’s such a safe space. So I guess what I’m curious to know is what does that mean to both or you? Being able to be that way, so unashamedly, was it always that easy or when did it become easy? Whether it’s kinda in the context of a program practice or just, I guess it’s being each other’s support system and confidant. I know you’ve kinda called bs in the past at the idea that anything that you do is played up for the crowd or the judges- I mean there is that in ice dance of convincing the judges of chemistry- but you guys never needed to, so it really just seems like it comes from this place of overwhelming love and care for each other. I know you’ve both said that you are very sensitive people and I can kinda see that in the way you treat each other that your always so aware of the others feelings and energy. Its just really beautiful, and then you see that gentleness in your partnering as well. It’s an odd thing to explain.. S I remember you saying how when T came back after surgery and you were being so gentle with her, afraid she would break. I think that’s so sweet, but then in a way, it’s like that softness continued and you’re both that way with each other and it’s not out of fear of the other breaking, its just this care and kind of, protection of each other, almost on a spiritual level. I’m sorry this rambled on forever, so I guess this was just a long complement for the both of you but if you may I’d love to know what your thoughts on that are, if you were consciously aware of it, and I guess, if you miss it- being able to be that close and physically caring of each other. To watch from the outside it’s very emotional and, if I’m reading it right, the care you have for each other is so visceral, I just wonder if it felt that magical for the two of you, after so long it still seemed just as special and emotional.
Follow up: how do you reconcile the physical nature of your relationship - all that in between stuff- the not choreography or the performing, with how you are removed from that. I think the way you treat each other off ice- out of that ‘athletic partnership’ just as best friends is so beautiful, unique and full of love as well, but it is different- it inevitably is out of that athletic/artistic space. Do any of those moments linger with you once you leave the ice for the day? Do they cause conflicting emotions? Is it something that you feel content with keeping in your safe space on the ice or the studio?
*this question/comment would be something I would want to ask them separately as well- obviously word it more specifically for each of them. Full disclosure I would one million% feel awkward AF asking them this but I still really want to know and since there’s a 0.000000001% change of me actually getting to interview them I can just be here feeling my usual amount of awkward.
2. The other thing I’m really curious about is their unwavering commitment to each other. Their unbreakable loyalty. Truly why skating with someone else was never an option- like at all. Why they wouldn’t do DWTS or BOTB or perform one-off with other partners, let alone form a new competitive partnership. When that really started to set in that they would only do this with each other. Beyond the work they put in starting at a really young age of cultivating respect and strong work ethic, why they chose so early on to only be with each other. Do they consider their partnership to be this exclusive thing like that of making a vow to each other. The way they often talked and still talk about how special it was…
So I think these questions maybe a little briefer. These again are questions I would ask them both together and separately. There’s something interesting about this/these questions, the topic of them, I think this is something they would often discuss privately together, but feel less comfortable answering together. I’m not sure, I just know based on things they’ve said how they would talk openly about how they felt about each other and things like.. that they told each other their biggest fear was letting the other down, that they are happier for each other then themselves, or they care more for each other than themselves. Yes they have admitted saying this stuff (that’s how I know) but I wonder would a question like this- their commitment to each other be more openly answered separately then together- that they would discuss this stuff, how they feel privately together but not publicly together. Does that make sense??
Ok so some specific questions:
Q1: Can you discuss your commitment to each other? It’s so obvious based on the fact you never wanted to change partners, stuck with each other through injuries and semi-retirement, actual retirement, all the pressure and outside people nit picking at your partnership and off-ice relationship, protecting your amazing friendship and kinda companionship in each other for so much of your lives. The strength of your bond and commitment to each other just seems stronger then steel. You wouldn’t even do DWTS or BOTB- dance/skate professionally with other partners. Is your partnership to the both of you, somewhat of an exclusive- “marriage”- like commitment to each other-not an actual marriage but a commitment to each other that you would never break? Was it this combination of the work you put in and learning to care for and respect one another for the success and growth of your partnership, and along with that developed this genuine emotional connection?
Follow up: the way you often talk about it, not just what you say but the emotion with which you say it, it really feels like it was just so special to you and it was in a sense, like this love language- a language only the two of you spoke, and it was this thing that was so necessary you take care- that you took care of each other, and this partnership. This connection where it seemed like if one of you felt broken the other could feel it to. It’s sometimes like when I hear you get asked about dancing/skating with other people there’s this hurt and fear in your voices about the thought of having to do this without each other. You’ve said how the thought of singles skating is terrifying and what gave you so much strength was having each other. So what was that like? Can you describe some of the emotional factors behind protecting your partnership throughout your skating career?
Follow up: how important is it to the both of you that each other is the one that you have in a sense, for a huge part of your life, trusted with your life- your emotions, your wellbeing, your insecurities, your body, your heart. And how important is it to you that even now, you protect that bond and keep it as this incredibly strong and loving relationship even though your life circumstances are very different?
Follow up: do you consider yourselves to be part of each others family?
(I’m aware these questions are very long winded. In an interview situation I would try to cut them down- I hate when the interviewer talks too much- but that’s when it’s about themselves and not the interviewee- for me I just want to give them so much praise and complements and- not talk about myself but tell them how they make me feel- maybe give them a glimpse at what it’s like to witness from the outside these smaller things others haven’t brought up before).
Ok, now for some individual questions. As I said a lot of the stuff above I would also ask them individually because of the way they gush about each other there is stuff you would maybe get when the other is not there- this being a huge dilemma is they just think the freaking world of each other that the whole interview may be spent complementing each other. However I will say it’s amazing how good they are at accepting complements to their face- so often that can be cringy (unless you’re a narcissist) but I think they can take it so maturely because they DO think the world of each other so its easy to look each other in the eye and say think is what I think and feel about you because they know it is honest and they feel the same way.
Some questions first for Tessa: (I’m not gonna go in depth on these ones)
Her ballet/dance upbringing. Did she do exams (if so what syllabus) when did she go on/how long was she on pointe for (I doubt when they moved away and were skating full time she bothered with pointe shoes in the ballet she did do, not often at least) did she compete in solo/group dance competitions like with skating. What’s her favourite ballet/dance production, if she could perform one principal ballet role what would it be
Preparing skates: breaking in, care etc (compared to say pointe shoes- there is a whole process I imagine there would also be with skates I would just want to know everything about that coz I find it interesting) - I could ask either of them this really
I would like to ask her about that physical intimacy stuff without Scott- just from a female pov and being in a dance/performance environment- so it’s not your actual ‘SO’ partner, being so beautifully treated in that ‘dance partner’ relationship so there’s that element of friendship but mostly professionalism and a bit of presentation, what that felt like and yeh…. Does she miss it.
Scott:
I would probably just geek out over The Office with him. Bond over Modern Family quotes and being able to remember really random lines of dialogue.
This was touched on in the KOP podcast but I would go into more depth about his artistic journey. His relationship with the artistry side of the sport, other topics of that nature. Also that period in their teens when they made two big moves/coaching changes, how that affected him on top of puberty- as he says he could be a bit of a dick (and could’ve been nicer to Tessa) back then. How did he manage that then and how does he reconcile it now- its not a bad thing, we all go through shitty stages through our teens and when they were legit training for the olympics (2006) and winning international juniors comps- the pressure both from the outside and on themselves would be challenging to deal with- also the affect moving away from his family had on him.
One final question for both of them: WTF was that water bottle shit they had going on at that press conference at Finlandia Trophy in 2011??
#ask#manifesting my dreams come true#I would legit be sick to my stomach if this actually happened#but omg what an honour#that why I get shitty with bad interviews#like are you kidding me this is TS they deserve so much better#(and so do we listening to it)#so yeh like I said I would probs suck I would be a blubbering MESS! but#if I managed to get the questions out I think their answers would be interesting
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so yk how ayato is busy 24/7 right? what if the roles are reversed and reader is too busy to give ayato the attention and love he so rightfully deserves, how would ayato react to that? and how would he try to get the reader’s attention?
keep up the good work bestie <33
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endling you genius.
also snatch Milo-
ill give you your ayatoes👹
also ty for the appreciation 😌✨
originally started writing while discord was down last week lmao, but I’ve been lacking motivation due to mental health reasons. Sorry for the wait!
KAMISATO AYATO
relaxation is virtue
Fluff
MAIN MASTERLIST | HYDRO MASTERLIST
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Summary: you’re too busy. Ayato wants attention. Well? Will you give it to him or not?
Warnings? Aya-toes.
Contains a mention of Ayaka, a few mentions of Thoma, and Ayato of course!
Being the Yashiro Commissioner means having a lot of work to do a lot of the time, and that also means not having a lot of time to have some personal time with his close ones. Like you. But as of late he hasn’t had much to do, whereas you, the Commissioners significant other, had plenty to do.
And what’s better to do when you’re with a loved one?
Be with them and relax them.
You were sat at the table outside of the Estate doing paperwork, with the usual warm cup of tea beside you there as you found it relaxing and therapeutic being able to look out to sea for a brief moment before going back into work filled mayhem. Today you had scheduled a walk into the city with Ayaka, but work said otherwise.
It was currently peaceful outside. Just the sound of your pen quietly scratching on the paper, the sea and sea birds and the faint sound of Thoma brushing the path not far away from you. You took a long and slow deep breath, filling your lungs with the fresh air before sighing it out.
And sooner enough, your beloved Ayato came home.
“(Y/N) my dear” he smiled as he walked over and crouched down beside you on one knee, kissing your cheek, “how has your day been?” He asked. He had just come back from a walk.
“Tiring” you sighed, deflated, your previous straight posture slumped down, “there’s just a lot to do, but I’ve been too busy to do it.”
“I know, love” he said, “why don’t you come take a break with me for a little while?” He suggested. You originally shook your head and refused, but he got you up anyway and went inside with you.
Inside, things changed, they were more relaxed. You poured some fresh, hot tea for you both. It was just you two so it was more peaceful. The incense nearby and the sun coming through the blinded windows helped the feeling feel more atmospheric.
“How has your off been?” You asked as you gently settled your cup of tea down onto the table in front of you, before putting your hands in your lap, “I see that you seem more… relaxed and more comfortable.”
"I am" he replied with a steady nod, "especially since you are here beside me and we get to finally relax with each other since we haven't had the time." He leaned in beside you, enabling you to feel his gentle breath against your cheek.
Things were quiet and heating up between you two as, a few, what felt like, long minute, the door opened, parting you two and the slightly awkward tension between you both as Thoma walked in, as he was about to do other chores inside the Estate. You took this as an opportunity yourself to pick yourself up, along with your tea, to go outside and carry on with your work.
"Apologies my beloved, but I must be getting back to my work. If I leave it for too long it will just keep piling up, I will get stressed with how much I have to do, I will get burnt out and-!" you explained but Ayato put his hand up, which ceased your rambles.
Sighing, he stood up beside you, "(Y/N). It is Okay, hm? I know you have a lot of work to do and that you have to get it done, but just... just remember that I am always here for moral support no matter what. Remember we promised to be there for each other."
After Ayato had managed to lift you spirits by only slightly, you went back outside to carry on with your work, he didn't mind you working outside as he knew that it had such a calming effect on you. But he also knew how stressed you were currently. He wanted to help you relax and de-stress, so he asked Thoma for some ideas on how, as he was the one that was usually too busy.
Throughout the conversation, Ayato has taken notes on what Thoma had said, even if Thoma went on and on and on in some degree of detail. If there was one thing he wanted to do so much with you, albeit it is simple but it's also carefree; a slow walk through Inazuma, looking through all types of stalls and shops.
So later that afternoon, after you had finished the current pile of paperworks, Ayato had pulled you to your feet and actually persuaded you to come with him. He also told Thoma to put your work inside so that you don't have the temptation to sit back down and forever burn yourself out.
In the city, you both walked together. Your arm hooked around his. He would periodically glance over to you when you're not paying attention, but would notice that your posture was straight yet tense. Walking on, you both came up to Kiminami Restaurant.
"Ah, Yashiro Commissioner. I wouldn't expect either of you here on a normal day, what can I get you two?" Anna asked. Insisting that you didn't want to get anything, Ayato orders some Tricolour Dango for each of you. You happily ate it, not letting your sweet boyfriend know that you were actually enjoying this.
Visiting the Yae Publishing House is always so fun, that you thought. Only because when you return every time, there is always a new volume of some of your favourite series. This time; New Chronicles of the Six Kitsune V. While speaking to the person behind the desk, Kuroda, the Editor from the Publishing House, Ayato looked over to you, he saw that you were already nose deep into the story, as Volume 5 had sorta ended on a cliffhanger, so he discreetly bought it for you. Just as you are about to leave, you put the book down and sighed and turned away.
"What's wrong?" Ayato asked, tilting his head to the side, "don't you want it?"
"I do" you frowned, "but I forgot my coin pouch, and if I went to go and get it, they would be all gone by the time I got back." You walked ahead, Ayato behind you.
Back at the Estate, you went inside to find where Thoma had put your work.
Ayato came in and up behind you, holding something behind his back, "dearest." You turned to him with a questioning look on your face, "I know how much you have been working as of late, and I want to see you smile again, I miss it. And so, I know how much you like this, I got you this."
He revealed the book. He saw your eyes light up, the brightest he has seen in a little while now, you smiled widely.
"Oh, Ayato! Thank you so much!" you smiled as you then hugged him tightly, he smiled and hugged you back.
"Anything for you, my dear (Y/N)" he smiled as he gave you the book after you broke apart the hug, happy that he finally got your attention long enough to know you’re happy.
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jesus- sunday night writing is tiring
but this was sorta fun reading through it
#ask reply#gender neutral reader#genshin headcanons#genshin impact x you#ayato#ayato x reader#ayato fluff#ayato x you#ayato headcanons#genshin impact x reader
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Hello everyone! I’ve been in the mood to read some new and exciting Stranger Things fics and getting to know more and more original characters for it. I have also noticed that even though I enjoy writing solely for my benefit and for a few of my friends, it would mean a lot to me if more people got to know and read my newest story for the fandom called After Dark.
After Dark is especially near and dear to my heart because after the infamous OC Civil War that had happened, all my fics that I was working on at the time had ceased and came to hiatus due to They Who Shall Not Be Named had been apart of my conversations pertaining those stories and ocs. Even though I became close to others over time and had made even better, healthier friendships it pained me to try and go back to the fics that loved so very much. With After Dark, I was able to channel my anger and hurt, and all the love that my heart held into words and create a story that is rooted in trauma (which was very fitting considering that incident and of course, season 4′s plot with Vecna). And here I am with what I call: A Freak of Nature Reviews!
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